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The reaper glanced back at the punch table before she took the seat that Sammy offered. Mot seemed to be introducing a ghoul next to him, and underneath her mask Hel’s brows furrowed. Was…that…his date? Did he…bring a ghoul to prom? That’s what her mind said he did, immediately, and she frowned, her stomach twisting terribly. Jealous.

Her attention snapped back to Sammy though, and she took the seat next to her. “Oh…ha…not really, friend…I pretty much just arrived…” And did one troll dance with Titus. “I…uh…” She really wished Sammy didn’t ask how she’d been. “…I have been…okay. Oh, do not worry.” She waved a hand at her. “Things happen, ya?” Very hectic. “We should train together sometime then, to make up for it…how have you been? Oh uh…” Her gaze drifted back over to Mot, but she shook her head. “No…I came by myself.”

"You should have a Death Jewelcrafter to make you a set, I hear their craftsmanship is excellent. ... Would you agree Heidla??"He continued to dance, merry for the moment to enjoy a familiar pleasure, exchanging a smile with Fai as he crossed to face his fellow clansman, mirroring his moves as they clapped and twirled before joining in a circle once again. Albeit a special circle, with so few members, and Heidla dancing a bit of her own accord. As he began to tire a bit, Kiwi eased the tempo gently slower, giving a final twirl and rattle of his wrists as the song playing over loudspeaker came to a close. It was a tiring dance, but an invigorating one. He stretched and smiled, glad to have shared the experience with such good friends.

"I think that's enough for now. ... Should we make our way to the tables for refreshments?? ... I'm quite curious what you scarelings partake of at Prom." And as ironic as it may have sounded, he was a bit famished, and quite thirsty after such vigorous dancing.

And just like that, at the drop of a hat the tables turned. Everyone just left! How rude of them to leave him behind. "Well if that's how the game is going to be played, so be it." Either way, Lou was going to win. Whether he slow danced with the untouched flower or made everyone so miserable they rued the day of prom.

Another awesome swish of the boil's cape and he was off to hide until a perfect time presented itself.

"Spike the bunch?...", she asked again.

Eisheth wasn't sure she understood it correctly. The drink tasted good, seriously good and refreshing.

"You know, on Famine I was dealing with different poisons mostly, and we had a fun habit of adding different potions to each other's drinks. They were made of some local crops, and sometimes their effects were interesting: some potions could make you small, the size of the palm; some might get you so high all you could feel was a pure sense of happiness; some changed the colour of your skin into blue or pink. Is it something like this?", now the alchemist was really curious. Could the halloweeners really succeed in potion making? That was quite unbelievable.

She looked around curiously, and was a bit surprised to notice some horsemen chatting with the students, and even some fellow faminers, was it Kiwi and Faiyum on the other side of the room?... Wow. So she wasn't the only one of them to come here. And... that bastards! Nobody even spoke a word about it back at the reserve! Though she didn't either.

"Well, yes, a drink would be most refreshing," Fai agreed, straightening his robes discreetly. "But Kiwi, we must make sure that it doesn't smell of mint," he added quietly to his partner in crime. "I have come upon several mint flavored drinks recently, I do believe the outcomes are varied, to say the least." He was thinking of their experiment on the scarelings, but the mind clearing tea did drift through his thoughts as well.

He offered his arm to Heidla, seeing that she looked a bit fatigued. "Perhaps we could find someplace... away from the loud boxes where we can chat?"

"I suppose so," Shun said to Mitsu. Cuteness factor was something beyond him as well. He didn't know how to gauge that sort of thing but because she said that, he had to wonder if there was something between the two. Hm. Well that was fine he supposed.

Turning back to Mot, he nodded quietly. Well, at least he was up to being able to show himself.

The mention of dancing lessons reminded him that the poor girl had not been so coordinated with it in the previous year. It would be good to see how she was fairing now with it. As far as Amarus went, he nodded quietly to her in greeting.

After doing so, he just took another drink of his own punch.

Heidla was thankful - both for the strong hand of her kinsman and for the suggestion to make a pause in their dancing practices. She was far better in chatting than in dancing: at least, chatting came natural to her, while dancing was something she had to copy.

She was also relieved at the thought of refreshments - she definitely needed a drink. "What type of drinks do they serve here?" she asked her partner. Meaning: hopefully, not the same type as I make at home, as that would probably be of no use here. Then she remembered that Famine were good at potion-making, and relaxed. If the drinks are bad, they would fix it somehow.

She smiled to Kiwi: "You're right, our jewelcrafters are most dedicated to their art. That's their life. We, Death clansmen, prefer things not imbued with real life - we give our hearts to dreams and stones". She sounded quite vague, probably.