“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?”
“It’s a pleasure to meet you, Dana, shall we get you home?”
Dana held his hand and nodded. “Yes!”
Offering his hand to her, Minion asked, “So where is home?”
“….It’s in another dimension.” The child took his hand and smiled up at him.
“Oh, I came here from a different universe as well,” Minion told her brightly, “This city is potmarked with portals. Did you come through one of those?”