[Seasonal Event] Preparations

Edy I'm not totally useless. I can be used as a bad example "Well I mean that isn't really up to you, now is it?" Edy smirked challengingly, nibbling her lower lip and deciding how far on the shit-disturbing scale she was going to push things. But the man seemed so...so...on edge? maybe? It was hard to say. She still sorta thought the puppy metaphor was apt, but there was something else too that she couldn't quite put her finger on. Something that indicated he genuinely wasn't comfortable with her level of bullshit, and so, for a wonder, she notched it back a bit. "Hey, no sweat sugar, we can talk however you want." She said with a lazy yawn. On the bar, Bobi looked up at Sam and batted her large and floppy paws towards his face, demanding scritches. "You give up easy kid." Edy said skeptically, despite the fact he was clearly older than she was. "So how you gonna provide food for your non-party LongNight with a guest list of maybe 1 or maybe 0?"