You were at one of Poob’s parties- Bright lights shining with a few guests there. You weren’t one for parties, but you decided to try it out. You stood near the punch bowl, looking at the full cup in your hand, until the host themself walks up, the party horn usually sat in their mouth making noise as they talked

“helo frien! r u enjoying my parti??”

They smiled at you, speaking in their usual cheery tone.