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The next projectile landed in his open mouth, forcing the ex-prince to swallow it quickly. "What do you think you're- argh!" Young Lord von Bielfielt grabbed one of the chocolates from where it had landed at his feet and threw it at Chani. "Take that, you harpy!"

I didn:t know if she could, but that it the miracle of the gloha.

I wonder if my sister is going to make it out?

"Oh, that's too bad. Well, you know where to find me if you ever change your mind."

"Apparently not," he replies, ignoring the butterscotch. Or, at least, as much as one can ignore something when there's a pirate diving for it. "I had forgotten I was wearing it."

Putting the drink down on a Convenient Table (TM), Felix extends his hand again - this time in a handshake mode. "I am Felix."

"They make beer solid now?" Faris peers at the candy. "I can't decide if that's a waste or an excellent idea. I'd say probably for eating, 'less it's the bad stuff."

Chani laughs, and holds up a dark brown candy.

"Root beer...for eating or for throwing?"

"Kind of hard for us to have neighbours," Faris says. "They don't seem that inclined to stick along, for some reason." He grins and pops the second butterscotch into his mouth. "Must be they don't fancy our colours much."

"And it's the neighbor's dog that keeps barking in the middle of the night. And it's a really mean, ugly dog. Then again, you could just hit it over the head with the sausage-bun to achieve the same effect," adds Chani through a mouthful of caramel.

"Nah, you give those to the dog," Faris says, and grins. "Especially if it's not yours."

"And those sausage-bun thingies," Chani adds, contemplating actually eating the candy instead of throwing it.

Chani cocks her head, then nods.

"Definitely. Unfortunately, I have neither the skill nor the inclination to remedy that," she comments, pegging a bystander with a root beer flavored candy.

Chani grins and throws another one at him.

"So eat 'em."

Faris ducks that one, and picks it up. "They're edible," he says, and pops the first one into his mouth. "'Sides, who makes food to be thrown? Aside of custard pies, of course."

For good measure, Hiro (who is sitting next to Chani) chucks another butterscotch at Faris.

"Wasting?" He asks. "Butterscotches were made to be thrown."

Hiro pauses long enough to take off his sword, and then sits down, cross-legged. He grabs something involving far too much chocolate and peanut butter to be healthy, and then leans back against the wall.

"You know," he says after a moment of thought, "this place could use some music."

A bit puzzled- he's not used to ghostly hands, especially not those that aren't attacking-, Faris eyes both Felix and Chani, and then swoops on the butterscotch. "You're wasting these, throwing them around like that," he says, waving the candy at Chani.

Chani eyes the newcomer and throws a butterscotch at him.

"Can't eat candy with a mask on," she informs him, feeling like a small child and loving it.

There is a young man here who moves with the alert confidence of someone who has won many battles. His long, uneven brown hair is tied back so as to obscure little of his face and less of his vision. However, the blue-and-green mask he wears covers at least enough of his face on its own.

As our imaginary viewer's eyes travel downward, they pause on a blue cape, a slightly battered breastplate over a gray-green tunic, and a worn sword hanging from the man's belt.

After a few moments spent looking around, Felix nods, steps forward a little, and holds out his hand. Those sensitive to magical or psychic phenomena would see a giant ghostly hand spring out from his own, close gently on a cup of Hot Bleepolate, and carry it back to him; those not so sensitive would simply see the cup flying into Felix's hand. He raises the cup to his mouth, but stops as it hits the mask. His other arm moves up into a facepalm.

Chani carefully aimed and lobbed a chocolate at the young man, hitting him in the forehead.

"There's candy, stupid," she snorted, taking aim with a caramel and pegging the blond in the nose.

The Fremen woman looks down at the massive bowl of candy, then back up at the unfamiliar man.

"Well, I was. But probably not anymore."

She nudges a pumpkin away with a sandal, making room for Hiro to sit, and sets the bowl in front of her.

He- well, as far as anyone can tell- makes for the candy, after a quick look around, and appears to be looking for gold-wrapped coins and possibly just anything that takes his fancy. He's wearing a blue tunic-like shirt, brown trousers and boots, and has a green scarf loosely wrapped around his neck, a bag at his waist, and a sheathed sword. His hair falls just past his shoulders, and is purple.

Hiro approaches Chani, carefully keeping in front of her, and keeping an eye on her knife hand.

"Planning on eating all of that yourself?"

The blond appeared to be a young man, wearing a blue officer's military uniform and a rapier at his side. Green eyes scanned the room and he crossed his arms petulantly while trying to force back the excited grin on his face.

"Hmpf. A human party? Can't say I'm impressed." The boy kicked one of the pumpkins. "What are all these things doing on the floor? This is so unsanitary!"

Must I whisk you?