Idiots was exactly what they were, Briony silently agreed, an oddly satisfied frown fixing itself upon her brow when she watched the man whose knee her rucksack had connected with actually yelp and hop about. Didn't he know how dumb he looked? He was as old as Paul -- had to be -- and he was holding his knee like a fifth-grader after they'd been pushed over in the school yard. So she took the brief opportunity to step up and kick him hard in the ankle before turning to follow Bubbles, feeling all sorts of wrong. The fact there were people giggling so much they were drooling bothered her on a very basic level. Rachel always insisted laughter chased away fear; as a result there was very little of it in the Fells household. So it was really bugging her that these people wouldn't just stop. Like, really bugging her. And she was slightly disappointed that the tree with the berries they were looking for wasn't all dark and spooky underneath the berries. Like as a sign that said 'DO NOT EAT, IDIOTS'. Spooky trees were cool by default and the rest was just helpful. "Nothing Christmassy can be all that good," she pointed out, staring up at the tree with a serious kind of confusion. "This is like a crazy kids' bedtime book..." If the Cheshire Cat turned up, she was giving it to Bubbles. For herself, she was still waiting for a headless horseman to ride on out of the fog. That would be awesome.
Smelling the berry, Briony tilted her head and stared back at the people who were bothering her so much, though the ones closer were showing signs of becoming rather more skittish. Hah. Bubbles had a point, though. The dumb ones were being really dumb and had obviously been eating something. "Or stuffing them down," she remarked. "Grown-ups're supposed to be cleaner." Her nose wrinkled. "Last time any of my food smelled that nice when it wasn't supposed to Paul'd gone and tried to curse it on me. But he's an idiot, so it didn't work. Maybe the glitter and the smell is to get people to eat it all up?" But then who really ate glitter except obviously the weirdos in the park? "Then... they should be dying. Right? Maybe there's bodies, tree's been there all day." That made sense in Briony's head but then poison wasn't really her thing unless she was going to outright curse someone and then that didn't count. She liked hammers and chisels and... and she kind of wanted to eat a berry, but not until she was sure she wouldn't die. "And he's muttering about walking skeletons." She pointed at a guy who was far enough within her sphere of influence to definitely be effected by her. He wasn't laughing. Couldn't they all be like that?