Asmodia could hardly miss her own get-up -- she's never worn anything white and fuzzy in her life. The fluffy dress-thing leaves the nearly black skin of her arms bare, along with her legs below the knee. What she hasn't had a chance to see is whatever hat is strapped (tied? sewn? she can't figure out how to get it off) around her horns, so while she's aware it has something hanging off it, she hasn't quite caught on yet that she's wearing a fuzzy white cap with floppy black ears, nor that the whole thing is really quite a good impression of a humanoid sheep.

She does see exactly what Sunshine's outfit is going for, and utterly fails to stifle a snort into her own cup of punch. "Oh dear," she says out loud. Then, to make sure she got her point across and because no one but her is laughing yet, "Oh deer."

Biscuit, who seems to have been painted or dyed in a curious black pattern over his natural brown, lets out an audible sigh.