so sorry, so busy
That guy didn't seem to know what was up or out so Jasper wasn't entirely willing to hear his side of the argument anyway. He wasn't even the weirdest thing Jasper had seen all night, but he certainly wasn't the most sociable. There were any number of people here that would gladly have gone along with a deathday song-- Wicked might even sing one for them. Holding up his hands for Colleen to hold that thought (the cake thing had to be pursued, Jasper didn't do a holiday without a pastry and this one was worth exploring), he asked, "You know the birthday girl, right?" He wasn't sure where she had gone, but by the end of the night these two were going to be friends. "She's, um...This was her idea. This is her...thing," he tried to explain to avoid any blame for being here with weird skeleton guy, because he wasn't going weird with his new condition. Just all of the familiar, old weird habits.
With that out of the way, and no visual on Wicked herself in the vicinity, Jasper could return to, "Are you going to make me a cake?" with a wry smile. "You have a ton of time, we could perfect the whole celebration. But you have to make it-- um..." The smile faltered as Jasper found he was still not comfortable saying some things out loud and in public, and had to edit, "Jasper-friendly."