“Trick or treat,” Dana said.

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“Oh, what are you doing out this far little Miss? We don’t get trick-or-treaters out here.”

Actually, unless you count that witch that had dropped by one year, they’d never gotten any to the Evil Lair. Still, Minion was always prepared.

“Just a moment!” he returned shortly with a tray of cookies, offering them to the girl, “And what are you tonight?”

Dana smiled and hopped a bit.
“I’m a bunny fish! I am..a bunny and a jellyfish! Isn’t it super cool?”
She suddenly looked around.
“You don’t get trick or tweaters?”

“Absolutely precious,” Minion cooed.

“Not normally, no…” Minion shrugged. The warehouse district was hardly a place for children. Speaking of which, “You aren’t alone, are you?”