Fool & Open
Fool really had no idea what Purim was meant to be, but it did know comedy, and it did know drinking, eating and dancing. A costume was easy enough. As a licensed court jester, amusing attire was already a given, although it hadn't been flaunting it, until now. Brightly dressed, coxcomb, facepaint- Fool was as much ready to work as it was to enjoy the festivities.
It took a pint of ale- indeed, for they appeared to come in glass, pint-sized containers- and moved to the buffet table, curiously picking up one of the triangular pastries, and nibbling on a corner.