Felicity's face and robes drop in tandem. She stomps over to him, brow furrowed in annoyance.

"You know," she gestures up and down at him, "this would be a pretty scary costume if it actually were a costume. Dressed up as someone who doesn't laugh. Doesn't have fun. Is always a grump. That'd be creepy AF. But no, it's just you."

She huffs. "My egg thing was funny." If there's a piece of food in his hands, she knocks it out.