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Lilly hasn't had a party in a while, not a real one. As such, she may have gone a little overboard with the decorating.

As you enter the suite, there is a three foot tall tyrannosaurus in toe shoes statue with a drink tray containing jello shots in little tutu'd cups with colorful paper umbrellas stuck in them.

There is no need for a paper umbrella on a jello shot. Lilly doesn't care.

Further in, Petrie is fluttering about in a tutu that Lilly selected for both aerodynamic and aesthetic reasons. He's keeping close to the fresh fruit buffet, fascinated by the dimetrodons whose back spines are made from toothpicks. The kitchen's still a bar, with blenders at the ready as well as bottles of manatees learning to sing. Or, you know. Pink champagne. Also many other kinds of booze. Also more snacks, French (crepes) and prehistoric (dinosaur shaped gummy fruit snacks) and both (gummy raptor-shaped crepes).(or maybe not.) (also there is other food.)

It's a hell of a set-up. It should be a hell of a party.