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"Away with you! Now disappear!
Against me you held no candle!
And if next year I shan't be here,
Someone else will wear the mantle!"

The Scholar let out a triumphant trumpeting noise, puffing up and looking terribly self-important. He hoisted the cauldron to his mouth to drown the contents in a single draught. Victory chug!

Caelus applauded enthusiastically for the dragon's victory. He bowed deeply before the Duchess in response to her greeting, before looking to Company. "Unfortunately, as did I - but I imagine a friendly duel would rather be one of the least exciting things to occur tonight, if you'd please," he grinned, mostly joking. "Ah - oh dear." Having grown distracted, he pulled his now on-fire marshmallow from the wreckage, waving the stick to extinguish it. "Hmm. A little burnt."

Cris watched her baby girl munch on the marshmallow before turning to glance over her shoulder at the retreating Mari Lwyd and waving her hand in a jest "bye-bye".
"Defeat gallops on,
Loss whispers its mournful song,
Goodbye, heart moves on", she couldn't restrain from chiming, a last mocking heiku before she turned to the Duchess and chuckled. "It's always fun to spoil the fun for party spoilers, is it not?"

"Why is everyone satting their marshmallows on fire today?" She asked just before her own caught a piece of the flame. "Are you kidding me.." She sighed.

"A curse, perhaps..." Caelus mused, eyes widening with horror at that idea. A marshmallow-based curse... he'd read about stranger things.

"I think we just like marshmellows toasty friend"

"That wouldn't be the most weird thing to hear today."

No disagreement there

"It makes my heart sing to watch," the Duchess replies to Cris with a wink, her eyebrows raising in wonder at those still slinging rhymes at the retreating back of the Mari Lwyd. "Oh, no," she hastens to jump in, "I'm sure the marshmallows aren't cursed."

Umbra was flabbergasted by the hilarity and weirdness of the Mari Lwyd and the rhym battle... she could barely hold the laugh behind the hand covering her lips "p-pfffft~ t-that was... something alright...".
She walks to grab another marshmellow, skewing it on a stick... then curious to what Scholar told her, Umbra sets it aflame with a purple magic file and... "behold- the Corrupted Marshmellow!" she proclaims, perhaps with too much enthusiasm "so... who wants to taste it?~ it won't bite... probably?"

Abruptly, there's a dog at the party! A golden retriever suddenly scrambles out from under one of the few surviving buffet tables, a wreath made of pine and twinkling lights around his neck. He bounds out from under the table, wagging his tail in open-mouthed delight, then just as quickly yelps and reverses his course, going to cower back under the table after having caught sight of a dragon-sized dragon!

"oooh! I'll have it!"

Tairloth couldn't help but laugh at the reaction of the dog to here pure-dragon brethren; not an irrational response, to be fair

Caelus watched the setting alight of the marhsmallow with amazement, before being swiftly distracted by the dog. He dropped to his knees by the table, holding out a hand to the poor fellow. "Hello there - oh, aren't you handsome. Are you alright?"

"That is.. and odd looking wolf.. thing.." Na'aiyah frowned, confused at the dog.

The dog cowers under the table, drooling fearfully. He looks up at Caecillius with saucer-wide eyes, the whites visible all around. "WHY IS THAT LIZARD SO BIG?" he borks frantically.

"IT CAN SPEAK!?"

Cris laughed heartily at the Duchess's words. "And it'll make them sing a different tune allright, at least for this year..." At Umbra's offer, she declined it with a gentle wave of her hand. "No, thanks, we'll stick to regular-- OLLIE!!" The estatic cry made several people near her turn curiously as she rushed over to greet the golden retriever - only for Ollie to beeline under a table, scared off by the Scholar. "No no no, don't worry, it's okay, it's safe out here", she called out, adjusting Rosy to lean on one of her shoulders as she also knelt by the table, trying to coax Ollie out of hiding. "Hey... it's me, remember?"