She must not have been paying attention. To be fair, he hadn't been either.<br/><br/>Goodman was lingering at the side, listening to the conversations between the others, taking in information as revealed by each of them. And Zany had left his side to go drink noisily at the water dish, still rather pissy at him for spooking her so rudely. When the harlequin great dane returned to stand near him, they both noticed Freddie at the food table at the same time. And...noticed the little angel who'd crashed their party.<br/><br/>Goodman lunged for the dog just as Zany shot from his side, her deep voice bellowing,<i><span style="font-family:Aref Ruqaa"><span style="font-size: 18px"><b> "Arrrooooooooo!" </b></span></span></i>at the pretty intruder.<br/><br/>"Tabarnak!" Goodman hissed under his breath as his slender hands failed to find purchase on the dog, grappling with her massive shoulders. Zany wasn't really a dog, so, he hadn't put a leash or a collar on her, her sentience lent just enough to this form to allow her some self-possession. Apparently, all that autonomy was tossed out the window at sight of a tiny animal in her midst and now, not even with him grunting and clinging bodily to her back, she couldn't seem to regain her sense of reason. He'd slowed her down but hadn't stopped her, her nails scraping at the tiled floor to inch closer to her quarry.<br/><br/><span style="font-family:Aref Ruqaa"><span style="font-size: 18px"> <b><i>"Arrrooooooooo!" </i></b></span></span>Zany said again, her voice growing lighter, more feminine as the body struggling beneath Goodman slowly turned to silk.<br/><br/>"Zane don't! Stop! Don't!" Goodman grunted in reprimand but she was too excited and was not listening.<br/><br/>Where once his arms were full of the largest dog any of them had likely seen, the next moment, his arms were full of girl. Then, they weren't full of anything, the lithe woman dressed in a skin-tight jesters leotard slipping free of him, Goodman falling to the ground with a groan. Glitter and gold diamonds interspersed with white and black ran up her thighs and torso in the traditional harlequinn patterns, every curve of her slender, feminine form outlined by the beautiful fabric, like a second skin. On either side of her head, her black and white hat ended in floppy, pointed jester's horns, perky and bouncy like two pigtails.<br/><br/>With a musical giggle, gay and bubbly, Zany twirled like a dancer across the remaining distance, shouting "KITTY!" right before she took air and bodily landed on the food table...knocking it to tip over....several items cascading to the ground and covering her in delicious mess as she flopped to the ground on the other side. With a chagrined huff, Goodman watched from the floor where he'd fallen after failing o hold her back, closing his eyes briefly in resignation over this disastrous turn of events.<br/><br/>(Both Goodman and Zany leave the party)