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Oh man.

Oh man.

It was one of the ghouls from the tea booth.

They were his favorite ghouls, right under Aisha, of course, and as such Mia received the same response that the zombie had as soon as Rojo saw her—a wild flailing of skeletal arms and a wide grin. He was glad that the tea ghouls hadn't decided to run for office together. It gave him the opportunity to finally learn their names.

"Hello, Mia!" Rojo said, reining in his enthusiasm the closer he got to the booth. He didn't want to knock over anything delicate or porcelain, but he needn't have worried about that. The closest things to him now were a handful of empty boxes.

"What are these?" he said under his breath, lifting the box on the end and peering under it. Seeing nothing, the calaca stood straight again with the tiniest hop. Half a minute passed before he whispered, "Ohhh. I did not win, did I?"

Mia was delighted to see the skeletal boil again, though she felt a bit bad for not conversing with him when she was at his booth.
"Hello, Rojo!"
Things were always a party around the calaca, and she couldn't help but laugh at his enthusiasm.
At the boxes, though, she gave him a sheepish look when he peeked into an empty one, and shook her head.
"Ah, sorry, I seem to have prepared one too many boxes as souvenirs, and have... misplaced the ones that are actually filled with the empty ones."



Another chipper boil came by, and Mia smiled.
"No, not quite. I sure hope not, at least."
Was that why creeple seemed bored by her speech? Oh dear.
Though, she knew it wasn't strange to have people captivated by the flutter of a butterfly's wing, as it had been one of the things that drew her to them in the first place.

Her smile soon fell when Van described how creeple spoke to him, and she crossed her arms, tilting her head.
"That's not very nice. If anything, having a voice that projects is very important, though knowing to use your indoor voice when it's required is also something to keep in mind."
Somehow, she could imagine the poor boil screaming at the top of his lungs in the library.

At least this didn't need to turn into a lesson of when to use your outdoor voice, and she found the boil's short attention span quite adorable.
"Of course! They're not really... intended for that purpose, but I'm sure if you place them carefully, they should stay."

Mia appreciated the fact that Carlos took the time to visit her booth, and looked over what he had written.
... as usual, nothing he wrote made any sense.



A ghoul (ghost, she presumed) floated up to her booth, but seemed to float off upon sight of her.
That was kinda weird.

Mikey had never been particularly good at guessing games. He scratched at his head, quickly figuring out he had no idea which box to pick. But he deliberately drew out the process as long as he could, humming and hawing and pulling all sorts of theatrics until he finally gave in with a wink and a grin and reached for the third box.

It was empty.

"Kibbles 'n bits, I was sure that was the one."

He wasn't.

"Still, lovely booth, dudette. Good luck in the elections!"

"That is certainly all right," the skeleton replied, shaking his head. "I did not come here for the souvenirs—though I will take one of these pins, if you do not mind—I came to wish you the best of luck!" He took a moment to affix the flower to his coat, smiling down at it and patting it once when it was secure. "I will wear your swag until the votes are in." He hadn't known what the word swag meant until this campaign had begun, but it was one of his favorite words ever now.

"I should be getting back to my booth! Bye, Mia!" Rojo waved once again, and then he was gone.

Marcy was, forever an always, a little distracted by everything in her unlife. So it was possible she'd nearly missed the whole booth thing. Had Mia talked about while they were giving out tea? Maybe. Probably.

Oh well. It didn't matter overly much. Marcy was there now, to show her support. "Oh! It looks really nice," she said, giving the booth a thorough look over. "Very nice indeed! And look at these buttons!"

She grinned and picked up a blue button. It was pretty and matched her dress.

"I think you'd make a pretty good secretary." Of course she would. Mia was older, and wise, and very organized. A secretary needed to be those things.

"Of course not, please feel free!"
She watched as he pinned on the flower, and smiled.
"And best of luck to you too! Take care!"



It was likewise for Mia, glad that she didn't waste her time brooding in her room as she had in the past. And win or lose, she had to admit this was a good experience nevertheless.
"And to you too!"



Upon seeing the ghost, Mia nearly ran over her, taking the ghoul's hand and beaming.
"Marcy! Thank you so much for coming. That really means a lot, and thank you!"



Clearly running games wasn't much of Mia's forte, something she should probably be working on should she decided to do booths again, and gave the boil an apologetic smile when his box turned up empty.
"Thank you! And likewise to you~"