"I got apples," Felicity chimes in, "y'know, if we're worried about cult food." She'll toss you one if you raise your hand.

She's still in a bit of a daze. Doug, cultists with flower faces, her Patronus!!!! Damn, that was a good ol' fashioned Quodbrawl.

Claudia asks about the man at the back of the auditorium, and Felicity turns to look his way. "Ninety-nine percent sure that's weird nipple guy," Felicity says helpfully. "Ain't that right, Wy?" To confirm, she walks over to him and tries to pull off the cowled mask. And peep them nips.