Well...this is Deviltown, after all...you couldn't expect everything to be the same as your world, right?

Okay, yeah, the New Year's celebration has been fun—there was food, although you barely got to taste it thanks to Beel—laughter, and a pleasant, though unfamiliar, atmosphere. But even so, as a human, this isn’t your place, these aren’t your traditions, this isn’t your world...and the fact that it’s MAMMON who noticed your unease is actually quite surprising. Amidst jokes and the occasional ((non-alcoholic)) drink, he seems to have caught on to something...dim in you.

When it’s past midnight, you hear a knock on your door. When you open it, Mammon is standing there, still in casual clothes, carrying a bag slung over his shoulder.

— "Uhm."

He clears his throat and looks away.

— "I brought you...human stuff."

He says, cryptically...or maybe he really doesn’t understand what he brought. He simply drops the bag onto your bed, spilling some of its contents. There are grapes, a couple of miniature bells, and other pretty cheap party items...

Even if he would deny it to the end if you asked, he looked up pictures of what ‘New Year’s’ looks like in the human world and...brought what he could make sense of.

— "It’s for you. No need to thank me."