The looming tower that backdrops the gathering has been sealed and silent for some time, hasn't it? Sure, there are incidents the Weatherhill family could speak of where lightning strikes occur or dark clouds heavy with unshed rain gather. But they're few and far between and perhaps the only indicators that the resident wizard is still alive and doing...whatever he's been doing this whole time.

So imagine the surprise to be had when the green crystal door splinters and suddenly spreads open, allowing the mobian mage to stalk out quickly. Ixis Naugus doesn't even seem to notice the gathering at first, striding with busy purpose, staff in hand, towards the chao garden. He's in the process of plucking some up and gathering them in his arms (much to the chaos' delight, their beads changing to hearts in appreciation) when he freezes. Then straightens up. Then looks.

A long pause, more than what is conversationally normal, happens as Naugus surveys the situation.

"...Dinner?"

The two chao he already has in his arms are squealing and clapping with delight.