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[trickster_treat]

[The Trickster sits at a small table, elegantly and elaborately decorated for the holidays, covered with all manner of desserts and chocolate and sweet snacks.]

I've gotta hand it to whoever came up with these baskets. This is the good stuff. Truly, the food of the gods.

[A small bowl directly in front of him is filled with small, glowing, jelly-like

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voice.

[blackdogwithin]

What's that?

[blackdogwithin]

I don't know. Something else.

[ anything else. ]

[trickster_treat]

Like a pack?

[blackdogwithin]

[ SIGH. ]

Whatever you want to think of it as, as long as you don't mention it to me.

[trickster_treat]

It doesn't matter what I think about it. I'm trying to figure out what you think you are.

You're invited over with Nill no matter what it is.

[blackdogwithin]

...I'll tell her if you haven't already.

[trickster_treat]

You might see her before I do.