"I think I can probably wait until next year, thank you." He cut himself a piece of whatever was left that wasn't pie, and rested his chin in his hand, surveying the Hall. "Better not to subject them to the rest of the revelry. Did anyone else end up coming in ... costume?" he asked, generally indicating her outfit. He didn't see anyone else, but she did rather stand out. It was possible he was just distracted, again. "The nose is impressive," he deadpanned. He would know, after all.