Hal isn't dressed for this. Which is appropriate, considering he had no intention of showing up for it in the first place. He'd noticed the announcement when it went out, of course, but hadn't seen fit to pay much attention to the details until it was right here, in the middle of the inn, directly in the path of his current jogging route. (Indoors today, because he doubts a run-in with a sky jellyfish would be good for his self-control.)

And so he is here in his workout clothes, a close-fitting shirt and a pair of yoga pants, hovering awkwardly at the threshold and furrowing his brows at the lot of them. What in God's name are they doing? He's supposed to go through there. This is his route, guys.