"Ah, they do?" the squirrel replies cheerfully as she accepts the glass of wine. "I think I'll try some then, and I probably would be, but Deas is an old friend of mine. That, and at her parties, other creatures sometimes get eaten, which is always fun. I'm kind of hoping that some creature eats me during the party. I got eaten three times at last year's party. Well, at least three times that is."