"Hey, Phil!" Dan called as he swung open the door to Potter's Splay with a wide grin on his face and a carrier bag in his hand. He lifted his gaze as Phil – who was chewing a pencil and reading something on the breakfast bar – looked up to him. Dan smiled before bending down to untie his shoelaces, "How's my best mate today, then?" He asked.

"I'm fine," Phil swallowed, "You've asked me this question three times today – were you expecting a better response?"

"I was only making sure," Dan frowned, standing up again, putting the bag down on the floor and slipping his hands in his pockets, wandering over to the kitchen. He got his smile back again as he noticed what his friend was reading, "Oh, you found that list I was making. I thought it might give you some ideas on what we could do, if you didn't have anything planned already."

Phil squinted down at the paper in an odd manner before staring to Dan from the corner of his eyes,

"I figured that much. And this is your contribution? You go off gallivanting to Magnolia Promenade to shop and leave me at home to do everything myself and don't even bother to give me some list you've made up that might actually help me. I need a hand from time to time, you know?" He huffed. He then adjusted his line of sight to the shoes and bag on the floor, "And I'm hoping you're not planning to leave those there, too."

Dan shook his head and went to stroke Phil's shoulder,

"Don't worry about it, I'm going to tidy up," he assured him, "Sorry I went out without giving you any help first, but I really needed to find something for the party tonight-"

"Oh yeah, I forgot about that…"

"Are you sure you'll be OK on your own?"

"Now I've found this list I sure will."

"I said I was sorry…"

Phil sighed,

"It's OK," he sniggered, "I'm going to be absolutely A-OK."

Dan smiled to him before bounding away back to the door to retrieve the shopping bag,

"You wouldn't believe what I found, though!" He chirped, "They had a whole isle of them in this one shop over there, it was great! I picked the least extravagant one so I could easily just blend into the background."

"If you don't want to dance, why on Earth are you going?" Phil asked, confusedly, tipping his head to the side.

"I want to see what it's like. Besides, I'll be able to find out which house is Summer's; I've always wondered where she lived," Dan explained, pulling out the mask and holding it in his fingertips, "I also kinda' just want to see all of the masks and costumes – and you're sure you don't want to come with me?"

Phil only rolled his eyes with a scoff, taking the pencil out of his mouth and laying it on the breakfast bar.

"Show me what you've found, then," he said as he pushed his glasses back up his nose.

Dan tossed the mask over to him and Phil caught it, neatly (which was surprising, as he is a very clumsy person who has a habit of dropping everything) before turning it over in his hands.

"Fancy," he observed.

"Fits, too, so that's a plus," Dan nodded.

"What were you going to do if it didn't fit?"

"I don't know – stick it on a chopstick and turn it into one of those you just hold up instead?"

"Eh, you'd get arm ache after five minutes," Phil chuckled, "Where'd you find it, then?"
"Oh, there was a fancy dress shop in Magnolia Promenade that had loads. Ran into Eliza there, too, which was kinda' weird."

Phil's face fell at that but he looked less annoyed and more unimpressed.

"I don't mind Eliza but she's a tad weird still," he hummed, "But I suppose she's OK."

"Are you sure you're alright?" Dan enquired, sounding slightly concerned.

"I might just go out for some fresh air," Phil shrugged, "You OK on your own?"

"Of course!" Dan concurred, "You probably need it, too."