[ Malkus approached from the side, the edges of his mask caked in frosting and other sorts of jams and look he's a mess of food. Thankfully he's only mildly buzzed at this current time. As interesting as that costume was, he was delighted to hold onto a small pot of tiny bluebells. A delicate little flower that he begrudgingly accepted from these parasites. ]
Party!
Pajamas, perhaps. Seems... comfortable?