#anywhere

"Uh..." Art is prodded, poked, glued, spun about, and looks rather baffled. "How does it look?"

"I think we're close.." Hands on her hips.

Art tries to look at himself, and finally thinks to catch a glimpse in one of Marigold's well-polished hanging pans...

"So - yeah, not perfect, but this might do."

"Wooooooow." He blinks, clearly impressed. "You don't think the gold glitter on my cheeks is too much?"

Bluebell had brought out her makeup... her fancy makeup that Julius won at the Auction! Far from too much, she has managed to give depth to Art's cheek bones and features, making him look more regal, more elegant - even WITH the gold shading on his cheeks.

Now, she turns, brush in hand, towards Thistle...

"Uh, Bluebell?"

"WOW"

"Just a little on the temples?" Her nose twitches and eyes plead. "Pleeaaaaase? It will match your hair, and won't take but two shakes of my cottontail."

"I guess?"

Bluebell is tempted to mischief, but as promised, she adds only a delightful accent, though she cleverly does dust gold on Thistle's cheeks as well, which kinda... makes their looks a little matchy, if one looks.

She checks her aviator cap and goggles in Art's useful pot. "Okay, presentable! Thank you, Bluebell!"

She beams at them. Her own outfit is the March Hare, it is perfectly proper, but one can imagine as the night goes on, there are several elements that may loose, or be lost, and make it a far more risqué version.

Thistle's spirals are glowing a warm happy orange. "Cool."

Bluebell claps softly! "Now, off you go, little myth... and mister."

Julius has left with the three childlings... a night of trick-or-treating in store! Briar leans towards Tricks, Blossom towards treats, and Rochallor rounding out the middle.

"Okay, you can hitch a ride on Gert, but be careful with my wings..."

"Oh, yeah. Do you want to take them off for the ride? You know, I was reading about this cantrip that will let you soar through the air, I bet if you made wings that actually had clockwork then you could control your flight..."

"Yeah? That'd be cool. And I think... like... if you sit behind and held on, you'd be okay?"

"I can do that. Your wings are safe with me." He vows!

A quick smile. "Cool. C'mon, let's go. Bet Gwen's already there."

And so, the two head out!