"Why does a masquerade have to be macabre?" Ford returned with a quirk of his head, as though he still did not entirely believe that this was what Cash wanted to talk about and was waiting for the bait-and-switch to flip to something else. "I went to one once as a — squirrel, maybe. Weasel, chipmunk. I don't remember exactly. Something woodland-y. The kind of thing that gets eaten by bigger animals," he joked. Getting eaten by bigger animals was a bit macabre, granted, but it wasn't as though there had been anything gruesome about the costume — just the way he described it.

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