[Asta's not normally one for parties, but when in Rome, do as the locals do. She's been ducking from ballroom to ballroom sampling every drink and snack she can get her hands on. No doubt her dress has been a shimmering spot of white amongst all the monster costumes, even if she looks a little less than pleased with the mask that keeps getting caught on her bangs.]

[She's lingering in yet another ballroom when she hears the comment. There's a moment where she chokes on her drink before tipping her head to look in his direction. (And if she double-takes at the mask, well, that's just par for the course.)]

Isn't that what the season's all about? Reinventing yourself for a day?

[Okay, that and candy. And getting scared for the fun of it.]

Could do without the crowds, though, it gets kind of claustrophobic.