"We could" He begins. It seems Halloween is going to be one of the major themes in their taight, which was fine in the mystagogue's book "go to someone else's party. But it might get tiresome to constantly watch if no one is eavesdropping on company secrets" Wink. Company. Secrets. Get it? "I don't think I could procure invitations, anyway. Unless you don't mind them being pickpocketed from someone" he pauses for a moment to get a few bites of the meal he has before him, the ingredients of which he didn't even dare to guess "Meaning I'm for sticking to our own company. Maybe talk about it some more and then crash at the theatre" He chuckles a bit at what Faye says about Halloween "Best holiday? Is this an attempt to get us into a variation of the Christmas versus Easter argument?" His tone is cheerful and his face follows the lead, for his words are not an accusation. Not a serious one, anyway.
He looks down towards his plate as the contortionist expresses appreciation of his family metaphor. Might be he's taken a sudden interest in the fragment of... something on the dish. Or maybe he's fighting the blush.
Her next words rouse him "That is a terrific idea if I ever heard one. Look how different we are. How various are our backgrounds. I'm sure it will be interesting and educational. Looking forward to it" Oculus' excitement tones down gradually. Possibilities run through his mind as he wonders on the other mages' choices... and his own. As for him, it'll likely be a "wear clothing you won't miss" type of event.
And then his imagination is dominated by Campanella wearing a crown and he shuts it down for safety purposes.