Dog-free for the afternoon, Angela wanders around the festival, looking at the various styles of the new city she's found herself in. She's been staring at things long enough to decipher who's decorated who so far and she recognizes the man under the jewel-colored mask, this time with more normal looking eyes. This is good for her and quite possibly bad for him, but when since has Angela cared.

"He wants this," she says, pointing to a small hand pie filled with some kind of stewed fruit. It looks innocent enough unless Tadhg has something against fruit. "Well, actually, I want it, but I want him to taste test it first."