*with the bat's departure, the midnight blue unicorn trundles off to tend to the ever important area of snack consumption. Lighting his horn, he collects one of the remaining haydogs and settles in around one of the free areas around the blazing bonfire. Night crosses his hooves and proceeds to indulge, his attention drifting back and forth between the various storytellers and those simply chatting up, cudding, or acting in any manner of fun. His attention eventually settles as the next story begins, and he proceeds to eat, albeit slowly*