[What the fuck is not a thought Setsuna would say, or think, but there really is no more accurate summary of the emotion she feels at the sight of the trunk turning piñata and exploding into a spilling heap of candy, candy, and more candy.]

[She shoves her hands into the mass of candies in frantic confusion, digging rapidly through the mound and spreading it all around her as she goes, desperate to determine if it really is just - inexplicably but horrifically, under the circumstances - full of nothing but candy.]

[She pulls herself up into a crouch, surveying the aftermath of this sugary catastrophe she's produced, the mound now halved in size, at best, several untidy and much, much smaller tributary piles behind her, where her efforts have tossed the rest.]