Feza's home was filled with all sorts of fun party materials. There was confetti, candies, boxes and bags, pencils, balloons: an endless supply. The snow leopard's home was a festive place, a place of parties and fun times for all and any that happened to pass while the feline was doing her multitude of festivities. Sure, not many people came to them. She kept on with them anyways, not deterred in the slightest. People would turn up, eventually, if she found the right formula for the perfect party. Besides, doing the same party over and over again would grow stale. If she didn't keep the variety coming, then no one would ever show up to any of her parties. That would be terrible, and awful, and it would be the exact opposite of what she wanted.

Today she had set aside from her festive activities to find something equally as fun and festive as a party. A large factor of Halloween rested on the shoulders of one core principle. Costumes. Dressing up as something else for a long night of frights and chills and fun had been something Feza was looking forward to. The snow leopard hadn't thought about what she would be going as beforehand. She had no plans, none at all, and it was a little startling. Halloween was almost here and she had absolutely no plans! That wouldn't be allowed! It couldn't be! She was frantically bumbling about her home, searching for where she had piled up all the packaged costumes. It was a frantic search, rooting through piles and making a mess of her already terrible sorting system to find what she was searching for. Feza was swiftly tired out from her search, huffing as she rested her head against the tiled floor of her home. "Ugh, I'm never gonna find the costume pile at this rate. Boxy," the feline turned her head to a nearby cardboard box. Her tail flicked over and turned it so that it was 'looking' at her, "have you seen the costume pile, my gracious god? I can't find them." It was only a box, and it didn't say a single word to her in response. Huffing, Feza again rose to her feet to continue her search.

The vibrant feline was running on the last of her energy when her paws met plastic underneath a pile of packaged corn. Her claws flexed forward to snag the bag, and a gleeful squeal parted her maw. Feza's blue eyes moved away the rest of the corn, revealing the pile of costumes. A shout of triumph sounded as she began spreading out the bags of costumes. Costumes came for two different kinds of 'things', Feza learned as she sorted through the pile. Ones that were useless and way too big, and those that were actually styled for animals. The prior category was swiftly tossed, Feza caring for them not a moment longer. It added on to the absolute mess of her home, but it was ignored by the vibrant feline.

Feza looked through the packages until she found one that she liked. She got first pick, didn't she? These were her materials, she was sharing them because she figured no one else would have the time in their busy lives to create their own costumes. The snow leopard grinned as she selected her costume, setting it aside in her High Priority Fun Time pile. She couldn't think of a name it deserved better than that. It summarized it efficiently, and equally as effectively. The snow leopard gathered up the spare costumes, and flung the door of her home open. She set down the costumes, spreading them out so all of them could be seen. The sheer numbers covered her porch, her fluffy head raised in delight. "Hey, if, if you don't have a Halloween costume already, I've got some here! And if you wanna, if you want to change them up I can get materials to make them more special!" Feza shouted, a happy wag of her fluffy tail following suit.

There was a short tensing moment that Feza found being put upon herself when Wormwood had approached. She took in a deep breath. The air made her feel a little bigger, and when the air had to be expelled she tried to imagine all of her terror being put into that one sharp huff. A paw raised and rubbed at her face, wiping away the expression of exhaustion. "Hi, Wormwood." She said, tone as pleasant as the sleep deprived snow leopard could manage. She gave her pelt a shake, small tufts of pink, blue, and yellow fluff being whisked away in the breeze. "Special? Hm." Her expression turned thoughtful, weight moving back on her haunches. The definition of a scarecrow was vague to her. A squint of her blue eyes suggested trying to mentally imagine such a thing, and what she could change. "Maybe some lint, for cobwebs? And some charcoal to add a little, y'know," the feline made a vague gesture with a paw, "yea? Y'know." Her tone turned awkward for a few seconds. For a moment, she had wanted to suggest some red paint. What was more spooky than a bloody scarecrow? Considering what had happened recently, though? She wasn't about to suggest such a thing. "Maybe some brown food coloring to, y'know. Make the scarecrow feeling a bit more authentic. They're out there in the rain and wind all the time. They could use some cake."

Feza's ears swiveled, and then her head followed when she noticed Crowley approach. Her front paws kneaded at the ground beneath her while her feathered wings pressed against her sides a little tighter. She hated how she had fallen apart in public like that. She should have strove to hid it, smiled harder, longer, hiding it underneath her pleasant smile and high voice. "Well, let's see. I've got them all sorted out here. Recommending something won't go well if I don't know what you're looking for- what about a pumpkin?" Feza suddenly cut off, blue eyes widening. There was a giddy look that flickered to life, one that had been hidden under fear and exhaustion for some time. "See, your tail could be a stem, yea? Of course, I've got other costumes here. A lot, actually. What would you wanna go as? A genre, I mean." She bounced, moving around one of the costumes to show another, her own fluffy tail rapidly flicking behind her.

An excitement solidified when Feza noticed another person coming to her little event. Thrilling. This was what she liked, what she wanted, it made her happy and joyful and the snow leopard could not keep a little bounce hidden. Her tail was swinging back and forth behind her, paws rummaging through the piles of costumes that she had to offer. Something spooky? Horror-like; not that Feza knew a lot about horror. Horror was too spooky nor was it joyful. That was in addition to the fact that Feza hadn't exactly had the opportunity to watch a horror movie before. "Are scorpions horror like? That's a pretty big phobia, if uh, if I remember right." Her eyes squinted for a few moments. "There isn't one in a package here, but I could make you one! Or maybe a spider. Spiders are another super duper scary creature." She rambled, mind tossing between one idea and then the next.

"If you wanna go for a theme then you could probably, you could, there's, you could be a pumpkin family." Feza's voice grew more sporadic, her wings unfurling a little from her sides. To her knowledge? This was someone entirely new, someone she had never met before. Setting a good example was a must, and her head lifted up a little bit higher. "Or rock paper scissors! That one, that's one that works really good for a trio!" A grin was present on her face, ears raised and a glint of delight in her icy blue eyes.

Feza turned to Wormwood next. The thrill of her festivity taking off seemed to entirely demolish her fear - buried under how swiftly her mind was turning over ideas. It was something her sporadic mind was good for. "Food coloring doesn't stain fur. You'll, you'll just have to take a really good bath afterwards and wash your clothes good. If you, if you even wanna keep 'em clean and not reuse them next year." Her stammer had faded, replaced with a giddy tone that absolutely overtook her high pitched voice. The snow leopard had absolutely no idea what Disney was, which was a surprise considering how she lived in a party store and all. She hadn't paid much attention to the brands, nor did she really comprehend the story behind them all. A festivity was a festivity, after all.