Dean slowed as they approached the bakery. It looked awfully crowded in there, and while he'd been pretty okay with the large number of people present when he was just standing by the fire not trying to get anywhere, the idea of trying to press through a throng like that made him nervous. He already didn't take well to crowds, and with his screwed-up instincts, well.
Amp didn't notice at first, or maybe didn't think anything of it, but just went straight past him toward the entrance. When she looked around and didn't see him nearby she came back and tilted her head again. "Something wrong?"
"Just, ah, it's a lot of people. You go on in." He waved a paw. "I'm not sure I can even eat what they have anyway." That was a lie; he'd tried regular food almost immediately after figuring out what had happened to him, not willing to miss out on his morning coffee if he could help it, but it seemed the easiest way to deter her.
"Mm," she said, "yeah, nothing like standing outside in the cold, right." She looked over her shoulder at the building. "Hold on. I have an idea." With that she turned and walked a couple steps away from him, sat back on her haunches, and clapped.
A dark cloud materialized out of nowhere over the bakery's entrance, barely visible with the darkness of the sky and the smoke from bonfire and bakery, although one or two people took notice of it. Then there was a loud crack of thunder and a flash of light. No rain followed, and after a moment the cloud evaporated again, but the crowd definitely thinned.
Amp came back over. "Weather mage," she said.
He watched people hurrying to other parts of the festivities. "That seems a little..."
"Oh, they'll get over it. Soon enough someone will notice there's no real storm and everyone'll go right back to what they were doing. It's harmless." Impossible to tell, but she sounded like she was smiling. "Are we going in or not? Even if you can't eat any of it I bet it smells amazing in there."
[8 - Bakery]