Amara was confident in being something else, wanting to try being hot. So all the other guild members helped her with the costume, painting her red and setting a piece on top of her. She was Volcanion, willing to suffer through the heat for just one night.

Don barely even tried this year, no costume at all. But he um...er...he held up two frying pans and said it was his costume. Nobody really understood, except the guildmaster, who snickered and gave him a thumbs up.