Dorian loved the music that Midvalley was playing. It was softer and soothing. He could dance to it, slowly, if he wanted to. But right now, the mummy licked the caramel off his apple and just listened, goofy grin on his face.
But when Jazz pointed the food basket, Dorian hobbled over there as fast as his broken body could take him. With the candy apple in his left hand, his right hand opened the lid of the basket and began perusing it. There were a lot of fresh foods he already knew in there, but there was, in the far corner, a bag of some sort. He pulled it out.
Inside the bag were heaps of cylindrical white objects. He patted his hand against the bag only to find these objects to be soft and squishy.
"P-Puff-puffs?" He questioned, holding it up to the others. "Nnnnever sssssaw these! Puff-puffs?"