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Alice noticed the wave and grinning bounced the rest of the distance before giving Evelyn one of her big hugs, picking her up and spinning around once before putting her down. Once she had released Evelyn she backed up enough to be able to grin happily at her friend and bounce lightly.

Greating done Alice waited for what her friend wanted to go while mentally going over the different people and things she had noticed to see if any of them might interest Evelyn.

"Regina." Gina grinned at him, and looked around. "I never been here before. Not that I can remember, anyway. But Carl saw the invitation and said we oughta come." She said, brushing at her skirt absently. She looked at Teagan again, blinking. "What'cha do here?" She asked, looking around the house curiously. What was there to do on a normal day? Today, sure, there were lots of things to do, but it couldn't possibly be like this every day, right?

Regina nodded, looking around again curiously. This time imagining what it must be like when something breaks. Brown eyes turned back to him again at the mention of gymnast. She blinked. "What's that?" She asked, frowning. "A gymnast. Do they fix gyms?" She furrowed her brow curiously, then eyed the cigarette. "Why d'you do it then?" She blinked. Regina hadn't been introduced to the wonderful world of addictions, being a kid. If something was bad, then it shouldn't be done in her eyes. Well... most things. The really bad things, anyway.

She stared at him in wonder. Flips and things. She grinned a little, and nodded. "Cool." She muttered. She frowned a little, eying the cigarette, and sniffed, rubbing her nose. "It smells funny." She said, looking at Teagan. "Monny gets grouchy when she doesn't have coffee. Is it like that?" She asked, frowning. It was easier for her to understand if she could connect it to something.

She nodded, making a face. "Gross." She muttered. "I don't think I could ever do that." She said, eying the cigarette. "It'd make my nose funny, I bet." She rubbed her nose, and grimaced. "Coffee's gross too. Monny let me have some once. Tastes worse then mud." She said solemnly, snorting. Monty had been careful about Gina not getting any caffeine. She was a handful enough for the two of them without caffeine to add to it.

"Oh, I won't." She promised, nodding quickly. "I don't wanna die." She made a face, and then the face disintrigated when he asked her just what she was. She grinned wide, and put her hands on her hips. "I'm Princess Regina, of the Goblins!" She proclaimed, nodding quickly. Then she turned around, looking for Carl. When she spotted the wig, she pointed. "That's King Jareth. Really, it's my Uncle Carl, but don't tell him I told you." She whispered loudly, grinning. "He wants to be Jareth today."

Halloween was, without a doubt, her most favorite time of year. Belle adored everything about it; the wonderful and sometimes bizarre costumes, the scary stories and, most of all, the candy. Green had tried to regulate the amount of sugar Belle could consume that night, as she openly dreaded having to put a hyper-active little girl to bed, by holding her pillowcase filled with candy hostage. Her efforts had been in vain, however, because at some point during the night both Belle and the candy went missing. The blonde woman knew that she could have just kept the toddler at home that night. It wasn't like trick-or-treating was required by law or anything. She knew that it would have been wiser to put such an event off until the little girl was old enough to control herself. But, when the day had finally arrived, Green knew that she couldn't keep Belle locked up inside. The skinny, dark-skinned girl looked positively adorable in her pink princess dress and matching tiara. It would have been cruel to forbid her from enjoying the holiday.

"Belle?" Green hissed through her teeth, eyes alert for any sign of the puffy pink skirt, as she wove around the winding paths created by the various games and party-goers. She kept her voice low, too embarrassed by the fact that she'd lost her daughter to ask for help. Most mothers didn't have problems keeping track of their toddlers. Granted, most toddlers weren't like Belle, but that hardly mattered. If she was as good a mother as she wanted to be, this kind of thing wouldn't keep happening as often as it did. Green would call attention to her predicament when she was sure that she would not find the little girl on her own.

Meanwhile, as her mother frantically paced up and down the isles, Belle crouched behind a cardboard cut-out of Frankenstein- the largest refuge she'd been able to find in the small amount of time she'd had to race away from Green, with the pillowcase practically exploding with candy tucked securely under her toddler arms. Her green eyes flashed with excitement as she sat down on her rump, crossed her legs underneath her dress, and then almost delicately began picking away at the sweets inside.

Still grinning Alice piped up in her small voice, "Puck, Midsummer Night's Dream" before twirling so that Evelyn could properly see her costume.

She then paused and quietly asked "You?" since Evelyn had asked her it was only polite to asked back.