Andrew has set himself up with a drink and a chair to watch the festivities and see how many familiar faces he can pick out behind the masks. With this many people here, he's not sure how many of them are actually rifties, how many are currently in other universes, and how many are just confused New Yorkers.

He looks up, his thoughtful expression brightening when he sees Daine. "Fancy seeing you again --" he starts, but the rest of the words jam up in his throat and he has to gape at her in startled silence until his brain kicks back into gear.

"Did you just say a pony?" he asks, for once foregoing the usual round of 'what'-ing.