She'd looked askance at the popsicle for only half an instant before smiling.  "Thank you," Amy murmured, plucking the popsicle from the kid's hand.<br/><br/>She watched for a moment as the kid disappeared into the crowd, before letting a smile steal across her face as she tasted the popsicle.  "Prosper," she whispered, almost inaudibly.  The gods knew, the Chancel damn well needed competent people who respected their betters.<br/><br/>(OOC: Lesser creation of Rat, 2 DMPs.  Making the kid grow up intelligent, ambitious, and hardworking.)<br/><br/>She cocks an eyebrow at the Monkey King.  "It makes you sound pretty cool, though, you have to admit.  But still, even if you haven't read it before, why miss a party for it?"  He's just got to be up to something, Amy knows it.  Maybe he just wants to drive everyone crazy wondering what it is.