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"You're getting married?" Someone pipped up, and looking back revealed that Melvin has slowly migrated to eavesdrop on the conversation. "To who?" His tone might have suggested that he was rather surprised she was even marrying or maybe that anyone would want to marry her. It was up to interpretation.

And since he was here after all and hadn't been invited exactly to the group, he paused and then offered a "hi." to announce himself.

Near Cass was only allowed when not used as a weapon of a** destruction because she'd blow him out of the game. They'd established this. She would defend her title if need be.

She gave Marcus a rather skeptical look. "I think Dis colors more of your opinions than you give him credit for," she said. And you don't let me color enough of yours. "It is a rather good cookie, though," she relented after Nicodemus' helpful reminder. "Also Dis says there will be no kisses until we get kisses." I didn't say that, Cassandra. I will not be approving any kisses ever. Bite me.

"Mmmm, I'm kind of glad nobody is making out, to be honest....." she looked up at Marcus and frowned at him - saying everything. She'd want make outs too.

"To the jerk not feeding me," Candace replied to Melvin with a grin. She thought nothing of his tone, really. It surprised even her how comfortable she was falling into this role.

Solomon nodded as he was dropped off at the food table by Nevada so she could run off with some moon boy.

She'd had her back turned for about 30 seconds before Solomon, hyped up on sugar, decided to see if he was able to climb the corner of the room to sit up by the ceiling.

Which he could while eating more Gingerbread.

Sorry Nevada.

"I control him." A bold faced lie. Dis was controllable as a nuclear reactor. Sure you could maintain it, but it would never be safe, not really. "I liked bats, they're interesting a cute... in a weird way. As for kisses-"

The nearest mistletoe was the throne.

"Is there snow? I feel like I need snow."

Shiloh, scanning the party, caught Jack’s semblance of a wave and gave the Life hunter a nod of his head in greeting, smiling at him too. They definitely had lots to talk about, and he made a mental note to find him at some point during the evening.

“Never seems to be a shortage at parties,” he said lightly, turning back to Taym. “Or parties. But thanks, I think. Can’t say getting him podded was my intention; I just wanted to knock the guy down a peg, y’know? Not the smartest move I’ve made in my life, that’s for sure.”

There was a brief pause, during which Taym looked increasingly uncomfortable, and Shiloh couldn’t fathom why. They were just standing here having nice conversation, and there was no certainly need to be nervous. Shiloh was a friendly ghost, after all.

“Did the thing,” he asked, the grin returning full steam. That certainly hadn’t been what he’d been expecting next, not from the usually cool and collected Taym. He didn’t have long to ponder reasons, however, as a hand slid in his, twining their fingers together and Shiloh reddened a bit, his face feeling warm and not at all from the sweater he was wearing.

“Hey,” he replied back, giving Ian’s hand a squeeze. It didn’t matter what people thought, Shiloh reminded himself, as long as he was happy, which he was, as he smiled up at Ian. His glance back at Taym wasn’t nearly so confident.

"You control Dis just as much as you control me." she replied with a small smile. "Bats aren't bad, but definitely not Christmassy...." then again, their whole party wasn't either. As he trailed off about kisses she smiled awkwardly. "Later...some other day, other time..." When she didn't feel like an outlet for holiday emotions.

The mention of snow had her glancing around. "Dunno! Would that even be in here or are we gonna have to leave to go looking?" She normally would have felt dumb asking that but this was Deus. Anything could happen.