Delata has a boyfriend named Erick, who is a snobbish but understanding young pal of Hel. 'Hi there, Hel! I'm celebrating my 14th birthday party today.', the snob chuckles. Sometimes the two bicker around while Delata is preparing for the celebration.

Hours later, the people are pretty happy about it until big birth sissies Pom and Suumaq come along. 'We're Here to party like MAD!', Pom snarls. 'I'm thirsty for a drink! Is it a lot of frigging cyder bottles?', Suumaq drools. They drink a lot of apple cider and belch out at each other.

The people are not AMUSED! There's something really strange behind such a naughty situation. They are not noticing that the awful Landlord, Christophe Pavlovich, who pretty much hates everyone in the slum, orchestrated it. Until then, it was thought that the younger brother of Durriken, the inventive Uncle Alafair, had orchestrated it with his wife, Aunt Elophia.

Both are fairly controversial (most gypsies are poor and only a few are wealthy) gadgeteers.

'Oh dear! Are you sure they're misunderstood?', Delata mortifies. 'I think they are. Not all Romani are bad, but to them, much of European society could range from simply yucky to ultimate monsters depending on each culture.', Erick responds.