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Melvin smiled at the bottle of beer, but he noticed there was one, and unless Rin wanted to pour half in a cup, it wasn't really going to get them drunk. "Congrats. Better than mine." He went over to her before catching something incoming straight at them. Grabbing Rin, he spun them away and backed up, a hand over Rin to then see cake and gingerbread and everything else fall all over the place. His shoes had cake on them, and sticky streamers got into his hair.

He frowend, and reached up to pull the streamers out of his hair, causing a few curls to stick up. "Great. Well, it wasn't anything but sweets anyways." The place was literally wall to wall sugar.

"You okay?"

Just as he was sure Rin was fine, he froze and eyes went wide.

"Oh.....look." He spotted the foxfire and then turned to Rin as if he just saw a present with his name on the tag. "Free minipet." He said, and then made the gesture that he would be RIGHT back.

It seemed Rep and Harrison was near it, and he honestly hoped that pet didn't belong to him. Free specimens with little work were a rare thing.

He crept up slowly, looking around before grabbing a tablecloth from the floor that had once been on the table, shook it off of some cake, and then slowly moved. He gestured to the pair and pointed, mouthing the words "Is this yours?" If not, a lucky minipet would now be dubbed Experiment 31Ad4.

A faint look of disgust had crept onto Alistaire's otherwise impassive face; he shrugged it and the lingering feeling of satisfaction over everything off, instead adopting a careless smirk. "Nice to meet you, Jack Hawthorn of the Life Division," he said. "As well as Milo, of the Creepy Doll Division, apparently."

Alistaire's eyes scanned the room briefly, resting for a moment on his brother again before he turned back to the two in front of him.

"Are these affairs usually this..." He waved a hand around. "...energetic?"

“Oh dear!” Molly gasped, and was quick to shove both of the cans of Chocolate Axe body spray into a pocket of her bag, lest someone end up half naked at this party. She then couldn’t help but blush at the compliment. “Aww th-thank you!” She smoothed out her sweater out of nervous habit when receiving compliments and replied “You look good as well!” That might have been up for debate, considering Taym was sickly pale and sickly skinny to boot, but hey. “Oh, it’s alright! Christmas isn’t about receiving, anyways!” She assured him with a smile, and then fished through her bag until she found what she wanted.

It too, was another ugly Christmas sweater she made. Red, with canon cats stringing Christmas lights running across it. It was also way too big for Taym.

She held it out to him.

Milo made a face of disappointment, if fake divisions were being made up he would have wanted one a little more befitting to his tastes (and his awesome). He held out a hand to the gloved fellow (even though he was unsure he would take it, given his reactions to the food and all), "Power Rangers, actually." That was was more his style. It was almost a thing anyway, kind of. Many had gained the nicknames.

"Tend to be, ya." His grin returned as he glanced at the goings on around him before returning to the other two guys. "Sometimes we even get a trip or a party crasher or somethin.'" And usually he ended up eaten.

Molly nodded her head, curls bouncing. “Mhm!” She was, once again, pleasantly surprised and happy when Taym put on his sweater, but once he did, something became blaringly obvious. Molly gasped, and one hand came up to cover her mouth, and she was horrified. That sweater was huge on him. Her free hand moved to tentatively grasp the loose fabric around his torso, and she just looked utterly dismayed.

Wow…she really underestimated how small Taym was…that and she had gotten so into knitting this sweater she apparently wasn’t paying attention to how big it got.

Oh dear.

She was pulled out of her dismayed horror was Taym pointed out some of the Canon Cats, and despite her disappointment in herself, she cracked a smile, also when he admitted that no one ever made anything for him before. “Aww, well, I’m glad I could be the first…?” Wait…that didn’t sound right…surely Taym would have had people make things for him before, right? “I’m so sorry though!” She bit her bottom lip a bit. “It’s…so big on you…you’re swimming in it…!”

"It's fashionable," he assured her, still gazing down at it fondly. Fashionable. He sounded about fifty years old. "Anyway, maybe it'll shrink up in the wash some."

Taym, clearly, wasn't at all distraught. He went so far as to add a self-deprecating joke: "Maybe I'll grow into it."

Some sort of tangible gratitude was in order. Steeling himself--maybe Molly remembered him flinching at being touched; maybe she didn't--he did the unthinkable and gave her a hug. "Seriously. It's awesome. It must have taken you ages. You're awesome," he said.

Molly wanted to say that she had washed it before giving it to him…

But she really appreciated his effort to cheer her up and assure her about it. She giggled softly, and stopped fretting about the size, and let the sweater go. “I sure hope so!” She agreed cheerfully with his joke, and then colored her surprised when Taym hugged her. While she wasn’t aware of how big of a thing this was, she did remember how the trainee had flinched, and after that she had made sure to keep herself in check with hugs and what not.

So now it was her turn to stand there awkwardly for a few moments, only because she wasn’t sure what the right thing to do was. Since Taym didn’t like this sort of thing, maybe she shouldn’t hug him back…but…it was a hug…

Oh…

She went ahead and wrapped her arms around him (also re-establishing how skinny the man was), and squeeze him briefly before she loosened her arms. “Oh goodness, not too long!” She assured, and added: “I’m really glad!” It just filled her heart with warm fuzzies to know someone appreciated a sweater she made.

Power Rangers, yes, of course; people really liked that sort of thing for whatever reason. Probably a Sun thing. Milo answered before him, so he simply added, "Last time it was the ice cream. Time before last was a free vacation trip. Now it's the very walls." Jack sipped from his cup rather soberly for the occasion. "Two words: trust nothing." Not even the leaders, as the Mist one had clearly shown.

"Only the freshly hatched asked that sort of question, so! Let's play social bingo." He squinted into his cup and lamented not for the first time that there was no alcohol involved. "How long since you woke up, and what division?"