Arachne felt out of place. Her costume fir her like a second skin, and for once she didn't feel like it was to gaudy. She'd been reminded this was both Halloween and Death's birth date so she'd brought gifts. She'd had no idea how to buy for Death, so what she'd brought she hoped would be good enough. Wrapped up in black silk was a wall decoration, a ring, an etched skull, and a toaster that she hoped would be decent enough.