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As it turned out, he needn't have worried. Beaming happily, Catinka handed him a grim-eyed treat, a ticket--and the bat. "You can keep it," she informed him.

Catinka was not naturally suspicious. Nonetheless, she gave Ceiliog a narrow-eyed look that was not at all at home on her face, as though, perhaps, he might be cheating.

She gave him the prizes anyway.

Despite the fact that she had landed in the invisible basket, Catinka managed a smile for Lute--because Lute clearly had so much affection for her bean bag bat, as well she ought to. She handed it back to the ghoul along with her prizes.

"Not even a little," said Tink solemnly, after stooping to pick up the bat and examine it. She handed it over to Arynek. "Cotton Candy is a good name," she told her. "Maybe it isn't sad, though. Maybe its face is just like that. Do you know people like that? Like their faces are just sort of sad or angry, like you think they're mad at you all the time but really it's just the way their face is, or maybe their--oh!" this, as she abruptly became aware of the fact that she had another visitor, and, sorry Arynek, it was a boil.

"Jory," she said, beaming. "You came to throw a bat. We made them," she added, a little shyly. "This ghoul just named hers Cotton Candy. I was telling her," she finished, rather bewilderingly, "that maybe its face is sad for no reason."

Reese had not, in fact, rigged the game. But she was, it had to be admitted, extremely happy. Not that her expression said any such thing, but the ghoul was literally floating with positive emotion and the heaviness that usually followed her was lifted for the moment. Perhaps the lack of extra, unseen obstacle made the game a bit easier than it woulve otherwise.

While Tink seemed concerned about their rapidly dwindling minipet supply, Reese was pleased with the developement. Minipets were wasteful. They ate. They pooped. Their main use was in selling them to other people for much better things and craft supplies. Such as the ones used for this booth.

The lemur was satisfied to let Catinka do most of the chatting and handing out of prizes, instead holding up signs to draw people in and remind them to come again the next day. For the most part it was pleasing work, though when Tink hid behind her, Reese's face turned a bit graver as she searched out whoever was probably bullying the grim. But the moment passed easily as people complimented and appreciated their handiwork.

It was a good feeling, and the ghost wondered if perhaps they should do something similar more often, even without a carnival prompting them.

A pale, hooded ghoul stepped up to play and Reese nodded solemnly at her questions, but was glad Tink was there to try and explain. To emphasize the answer, Reese pointed to her own face which the beanbag mimicked to an almost comical degree. She wasn't sad, that was just her face. Which was apparently...pretty? The ghost would have to think on that later. But talented was definitely a pleasing compliment. She beamed at Arynek and held up a sign, one of the premade ones that sparkled with the sweet flourish that was Tink's special touch: This booth is run by Proud Members of the Crafty Creeple Club!

Jory was given a confused look and soon she was holding up a neatly written sign that read: Why are you hiding? Bullies? She began looking him over for injuries.

Attempting to toss the little plush bat once more, the ghost did so less aggressively this time. A purple bat with a very odd face, he wasn't sure how well it'd suit him. Maybe he'd give it to a ghoul.

Patchwork Bat! Lets go get a prize! Uru would up his arm and overhanded it. It had landed into the second spot which is still a prize! Hoorah!

The booth Des stopped at next had what she supposed were supposed to be cute little beanbag bats. Deszeld did not dabble in things cute and adorable. To the green, they looked more grotesque than anything, but she did not comment.

"This one."

The bat she was given was blue, and there was something wrong with its mouth, but Deszeld didn't want to look at it too long. She threw the bat - which, strangely enough, seemed to land in a basket that hadn't previously been visible.

"I won."

She sounded smug.