Mitakihara didn't know what hit it.
Masami languidly blinked up from her position in her girlfriends lap. "Do you really think anyone's actually gonna expect candy?"
Megane's retort was sharp and polished. "Mere
expectations don't matter. If we're going to go to this much trouble to observe a Western holiday, it behooves us to go to the full extent of the tradition. And in America, children get candy."
Hiroko raised an eyebrow, her hands coming to a halt in their combing of Masami's hair. "They get candy going door-to-door, sure, but do they get candy after going in a haunted house?"
Megane came to a stop. Like all of her movements, it was elegant and flowing, seemingly perfectly pre-planned. "...I don't actually know."
Masami turned slightly, pouting up at Hiroko. "Does it matter? We can afford it, and it's not like the kids are gonna be
mad about free candy. We already went to all the trouble of putting up posters for the event, what's a little more?"
Hiroko smiled. "You're just saying that because you want all the spare candy for yourself."
Masami's expression hardened, becoming somber. "No way." The facade of seriousness cracked. "I'd split it with Ono. It was her idea, after all!"
Hiroko giggled. "If anyone's getting candy, it's me! My illusions are gonna be doing like ninety percent of the work in here!"
Megane stepped forward, her dark cloak billowing behind her on a nonexistent breeze. A cruel smile blossomed on her lips as she let out an aristocratic laugh. "Ohohoho! I somehow fail to recall
you being the ones to bother to spread the word about this little event of hours, despite all the time you waste in bed while
I'm in class. And what would a haunted house be without its magnificent vampire hostess?"
Masami gestured, and Megane's cape was sharply yanked backwards. With pure grace, the "vampire" twirled with the motion, and as she came to a halt against the back wall, her cloak dramatically wrapped around her. If everyone in the room hasn't known better, it would almost have seemed like it had been Megane's intention all along.
Hiroko ignored the by-play, then suddenly blinked. "Wait. What if Sabrina brings her group over? She's a Westerner, and I heard she's been helping take care of some kids..."
Masami straightened up, her head finally leaving Hiroko's lap. "Oh, don't you worry. I discussed it with Ono."
Ono beamed back, her picture-perfect impression of innocence only slightly ruined by her evil looking outfit and fake vampire fangs. "Me and Masami have cooked up a
special surprise if Sabrina or Mami show up."
Hiroko blinked. "...Alright. But if she wants to confiscate the Clear Seed or sic her other friends on us, I want it on the record that I wasn't involved."
Masami leaned in close, her breath tickling Hiroko's ear. "Are you
suuure~? I've got some
extra-special illusion ideas..."
Hiroko bravely attempted to resist the blush creeping up her cheeks, despite the futility of the effort. "W-well, I s-suppose it wouldn't hurt just to hear the ideas..."