Dibbler had only just taken in that it was full of golden Rhinu when he realised his tray was being carried off by the blunt, if polite girl. He watched, awestruck, as she presented it to an even more unusually-dressed woman in pink, who seemed to be the opening of some interdimensional horror, so quickly were the pies disappearing.
While he stared in awe, something black and white interrupted his field of vision. When he'd stopped feeling giddy, Dibbler noticed two more strange things. First, his bag of gold was gone. Second, the woman was still standing up, and wasn't even throwing up on her green-clothed friend. No, she was smiling at him.
Making a profit from a crowd could happen any day. This day, CMOT decided, was not the kind of day for that. This was the kind of day when you prayed, made a token offering and hid under the table in case the frost giants returned. Dropping a dollar into the strange red girl's donation box, he beat a hasty exit.