If Yelena wasn't holding the candy bowl, her hands would be on her hips. Regardless, her face is poised in her best mock-scowl, which gets the point across just fine. "Okay. This is unfair." Yelena shifts the bowl to one hand so she can point at Kara's chest. "When did you get this? And how dare you look better in my suit than me?" Despite her chagrined tone, Yelena's impressed. Maybe she should concerned, considering she hadn't noticed the suspicious lack of a jumpsuit in her closet that morning, but who's to say. Any surprise is handily mitigated by the fact that Kara does, in fact, look good. Yelena drags her teeth across her lip, but it's too late: she's smiling. The sight of Krypto bounding around Kara's legs in his own little scarlet costume seals the deal. She drops to her knees, scritching his ears. "Oh my god. I'm -- hey! Krypto! no, leave the candy alone! -- flattered, Kara." Yelena pops back up, holding the candy bowl out of Krypto's reach. "You picked the best costume, so you get to pick your favorite." Her eyes spark. "And then -- it was a nice trick, but I'll need my suit my back... So. Wanna come in?" 🎃