A constant smile was never a bad thing. It certainly kept people on their toes, not to mention more agreeable. It was hard to argue with a cute blonde with a cheerful disposition.
He seated himself, removed his sunglasses and leaned forward enough to peek at the binder. "It's kitsch," he said, glancing at the food, all cute and fake spooky. It wasn't the sort of thing he was used to seeing, not at the sort of parties he went to. "You know what, I think I love it. Go for that. Nothing with a free for all dip though. That's just a disaster."