Edge asking me what my favorite food is and asking me if I had tried the choclatl at almost the same time is funny. "It's chocalte, actually", I tell everyone. "I'll go try the choclatl right now, it sounds really good! I'll talk to you all later. I really need to see where I can put down my chili!"

I make my way over to the table with all the food and drink and pour myself some choclatl. It is amazing, just as Edge described it. Balancing my cup on top of my pot, I find Nightingale, who is talking to someone other people. I smile at them before asking her(Nightingale), "Where should I put my Chili? It would be better if it was kept warm."

I walk up to the mansion and stare at the mansion, admiring it. Finally I walk inside and place my drink on the table. I walk over to the host. "Hello! I am Lighter. How has your night been? My journey was long, but worth it." I say to Nightingale, bowing.

Late as always, heh.

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Will I ever get used to dresses again? No, not most likely. But it's better than wearing something that would've made me easier to geuss.

I get to the door and sigh with releaf. Firstly, my crows didn't attract TO MUCH attention while landing me, and, second-ly, the party is already started. At least I'm not early. That would be... unnerving.

I walk in the door and make my way to the snack table. I set down my s'mores and pink lemonaide (sadly, I couldn't make my signature dish; too give-away-able), and look across the snacks. I notice a containor labled "Chocolatl", the Aztec chocolate drink.

Of course, I take some, along with a few berries from a platter. I take a sip, then atempt to dip a stawberry in it. Not bad. I do get a strange look from an AE, though. Such is the life of a dork.

I deside to finish up my s'mores flambe. Y'know, so it can be eaten.

I take out my flame-thrower.

Never leave home without a flame-thrower, kids. 

(P.S. - My CAPTCHA says "zircc". like Zircon! Am I gonna go on trial for my flame-thrower crimes??)

My conversation partner gone, I look around and see someone tasting my chocolatl. "Greetings. I am Edge. Do you like the chocolatl?" I ask, smiling. "You're Crowmaster, correct? When I heard about your crows I was eager to meet you."

I turn around, quite startled.  It's a... guy with a flamethrower.

What.

The guy had a murder of crows flying all around him, and he had just dipped a strawberry in the hot chocolate thing.  Now he had a flamethrower out.  If I were to pick one word to describe him, I'd pick "super weird."  (That's two words.  Along with not leaving home without your flamethrower, learn to count, kids.)

If I wasn't busy being terrified getting set on fire, I'd have to say I liked this quirky character.

"Oh no. Oh no No NO NO!"

Her hair quickly pushed aside, and mask almost-carefully positioned, Arendelle rushed into the ballroom, accidentally (by habit) riding down the banister (on top of her overgrown red hair).

"I'm late," she whispered under her breath. "Maybe nobody will notice..."

then, out of the blue, a voice came from behind her.

"You're late." 

Of course, before I start my flame-thrower, two people turn to me. I guess the flambe with have to wait.

I say to Edge, "Yeah, that's me, Crowmaster. The chocolatl was good! Like, uh..." I tried to place my finger on the taste. "Mexican hot chocolate!" I laugh. "Yeah, that's it."

I deside to just set the flame-thrower next to the s'mores. It's easy enough to operate. 

"Thanks so much!" I say, taking the chocolates from Kina. "That was very thoughtful of you. Please excuse me, I have to make an announcement."

I walk up to the microphone and tap it a few times to get everyone's attention. "Hello everyone, welcome to the party! I'm not sure if everyone's here yet, but we're going to get started with the music anyway. Before the DJ starts the music, I'd like to request that if you have been guessed, you use your normal CB name and remove your mask so everyone knows who you are. Thank you! Our DJ will be Glass, my AE. That's not their real name either, but you can request songs and ask for hints as to who I am. Hit it, Glass!"

Glass starts playing Thriller by Michael Jackson. At the end of the party, if I haven't been guessed, they'll play a song to reveal who I am. 

I decide to go outside for a bit of fresh air. As I walk outside, I notice a white cat running into the woods. After a little while I go back inside and I look around for Nightingale.