Shaggy wasn’t exactly the most cultivated of Corona’s current residents, but he sure knew how to party and where to find good food, and he’d been hovering around the hors d'oeuvres table since he’d found it a good twenty-some minutes ago. It was good food, and finger food at that - he’d had a cheese thing that changed his life, sweet and salty and sour, maybe it’d had honey? And little grapes on sticks, and it was a little fancy but he was having the time of his life. He hadn’t realized how long he’d been munching until he made eye contact with someone as he crammed another glazed carrot stick into his mouth, but when he did, he chewed quickly and swallowed audibly. “Hey, friendo,” he smiled - he really needed a drink. “Like, happy new year, happy new food, right?”
