The Mage Sister: From ghosties and Ghoulies, and long leggedy beasties, and things that go bump in the night…
Nathan: What is she going on about now?
The Mage Sister: It's Halloween! The witching hour! When the skeletons dance, and the goblins prance, and witches fly and sing witchly chants, and…
Nathan: Oh, shut up.
The Mage Sister: I see you're going as a troll this year, Nathan.
Nathan: Going where? What is she on about?
Cullen: It's a silly custom they have where she's from. Evidently, they dress up as monsters and worship sweets.
Nathan: Worship sweets? I've never heard of anything so ridiculous. I like sweets as much is the next fellow but worshiping them? I ask you.
The Mage Sister: We do not worship sweets. It's the day before all Saints Day. Legend says that this is the day that the dead can walk among us… Wooooooooooooooooo! Cool, right?
Cullen: Not really. We're dead, technically speaking - well, we're not alive anyway - and we walk about every day. No one gives us sweets.
Nathan: What nonsense.
The Mage Sister: No, no, nobody gives the dead sweets. Children go door-to-door and ask for them.
Nathan: The utter cheek! Do their parents know about this? Little ruffians, terrorizing good, contributing citizens for whatever sweets they may have in their larders! It's just not right!
The Mage Sister: There's no terrorizing! They dress up in costumes like witches and ghosts and very politely knock on the door and say, "Trick-or-treat!"
Cullen: Trick-or-treat? What is that supposed to mean?
The Mage Sister: Weeeeell…
Nathan: Do go on.
The Mage Sister: It means… It means you have a choice between a trick or treat.
Nathan: You see? Outright thuggery! In other words give me a treat, or I'll play a nasty trick on you... burn your house down, kill your Gran! I ask you, what did she ever do to them?
Cullen: That's why they dress up in disguises. So no one will recognize their deviant behavior. Wish I'd thought of that when I was running the streets. That's clever, that is.
The Mage Sister: There is no thuggery involved! Everyone knows about it. Everyone's in on it.
Nathan: I see, the good citizens are too intimidated to complain about it, are they? Little blighters! Who do I speak to about putting a stop to this outrage!
The Mage Sister: Good grief, Nathan! The custom is hundreds of years old.
Cullen: Well, that explains a lot. Hundreds of years on a diet of nothing but sweets. Terribly unhealthy. Bound to cause anyone to misbehave.
The Mage Sister: No… But… That's not… Oh, I give up.
Cullen: Where are you going?
The Mage Sister: I'm going trick-or-treating!
Nathan: Thank goodness for that! Took an age to get rid of her this time.
Cullen: Tell me. And all that nonsense about sweets and tiny criminal masterminds going door-to-door… complete rubbish, that.
Nathan: Utter fairy tale. Couldn't tell the truth of her life depended on it. Sad, really.
The Mage Sister: You're both getting coal in your stockings this Christmas!
Nathan: Why ever would I want to walk about on coal?
Cullen: A whole other fairy tale. Don't ask.
Nathan: Tsk. Does she ever stop? The woman is completely off her nut.