The boy on the left is wearing some sort of steampunk costume covered in clocks. You're unsure if any of them work, and, after a moment you decide they don't. Probably for the best, as none of them are even set to the same time. He’s staring down the path at the friend they’ve left behind, as has yet to notice you’ve opened the door.

The one on the right is dressed as a demon or maybe a sorcerer? Warlock, you decide. Many of the parts of his costume look like they were borrowed from a different outfit and the others they look like he made them himself. He has horns made from paper mâché clumsily hot-glued and taped to a plastic headband.

His tail picks up speed as you make eye contact. “Triph orf treef!” He shouts around the bucket still held in his mouth.