Leone

[center][url=https://www1.flightrising.com/dragon/64415200][img]https://www1.flightrising.com/rendern/350/644153/64415200_350.png[/img][/url] "That is the sixth time the doorbell has rung in the last twenty minutes," huffed Abbacchio. "What's going on? Is there some sort of convention of religious pamphleteers on the loose?" Bucciarati gestured to the large bowl of treats he was holding. "Trick-or-treaters," he explained. Abbacchio looked blank. "Halloween. It's a Halloween thing. Dragons dress-up and go door-to-door and ask for treats. That's what they do here." "Well tell them to stop, I can't concentrate with all that racket." "I don't really have any control over it, Abbacchio," Bucciarati said. "They come to everyone's lairs." Abbacchio glared at him. "Put a sign up and tell them we don't have any treats," he suggested. "No. That would be a lie and a complete waste of all the treasure I spent on treats this morning," Bucciarati said. "On sale, by the way. They take trick-or-treating seriously here." The doorbell rang. Abbacchio glared at it. "You get it," Bucciarati said, with a smile. Abbacchio moved the glare to him."Seriously, answer the door one time and I'll leave it open, so no more doorbell." Abbacchio contemplated this and picked up the bowl of treats. He opened the door "[...]-" a [...] began. "I don't care," Abbacchio cut the [...] off. He took a handful of treats and dropped them into the pillowcases that were held out. Abbacchio closed the outside door and stepped back, raising his eyebrows at Bucciarati. "Acceptable?" he asked. Bucciarati nodded. "Very well done," he replied.