Cassandra probably would have been one of them, had she come from a world that had Halloween. Or would have, before... everything. (This party does make her think of Winter’s Crest, though. And the possibility of throwing a party. Or perhaps she’ll simply redecorate her little corner of the Horizon.)

"Ah," she says, amused. "I did notice the table. Nothing recognizeable, although I don't know if that's because my world doesn't have them or I just didn't have the opportunity to encounter them. I was too young to go haring off out of the castle alone much. Not that I didn't try. And then I... couldn't." Maybe it's the fact that she's been drinking, or the fact that it's a party and she's determined to try and enjoy herself, but she shrugs. "So, you know. Experience has been somewhat limited. There’s something called suude in my world, though. Supposedly it provides quite the headrush."

There are others, she thinks, there has to be, but suude is made from residuum, which comes from the whitestone that Whitestone took its name from.