He doesn't do costumes, not really- the tail end of the era of Ziggy's willingness to play dress up had, all things considered, likely been whiled away in prison. It's not like he's without a little willingness to participate in the cheer, sat at the radio booth with KB and Cash, the dog wearing a pair of cardboard cutout bat wings on his harness and Ziggy carving crude buttons for KB's projects- passing one to the older man a moment later. He'd taken on the task of helping the host repair his home in the last few weeks- as KB had been one of the few people in town who received him somewhat kindly early on. "Here's another one, old man." He declares, KB laughing and rolling his eyes.
"Oh- Hello Miss Ryan!" KB greets pleasantly as he places another crochet critter on the booth in front of himself- Ziggy glancing up- and nearly choking on his toothpick.
"H-Hey. Bri." He greets, coughing and straightening up- Cash letting out a happy warble and stretching, lumbering out of his spot under the counter to demand attention. "you look... Uh. So! I didn't know they still even did these here- the uh, festivals? All things considered."
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