Kit had come prepared herself. In fact, last minute preparations were why she was running a little bit behind Trixie. When she arrived, she was wearing her nice purple dress, along with the sweater Fluttshy had made for her and the scarf Rainbow had given her, the latter wrapped around her neck in what she hoped was an important-looking fashion. Her blanket cape was folded up in the wagon, since it'd likely get chillier after dark, and on her face was an obviously home-made mask made of purple tag-board that had been sprinkled liberally with gold and silver glitter. It was held in place by two strips of purple ribbon, tied behind her head, and she'd left her ears untied for this occasion to match the points of the mask.

Emerick rode in the wagon, herself dressed up as much as her form allowed. A cape (really a silky, purple napkin) had been tied around her neck, draping over her golden collar, and a simple mask made of a strip of purple cloth- not unlike the turtles' ninja masks- had been carefully tied around her head. In the wagon with her was a large basket of small loaves of fruit bread in case those watching the stories- especially the one which was about fruit bread- got hungry, a home-made cardboard sign (written by Mikey, who was still sick and thus couldn't come, but still wanted to help) that read 'NEXT SHOW AT-' along with interchangeable numbers to state the showtimes, and a few conveniently sized and weighted rocks with which to prop the sign up and prevent it from possibly blowing over. Kit's flupe, as always, was safely tucked into one of her belt pouches.

"Hi, Trixie!", Kit called out, waving to her as she approached. "Sorry I'm late. Was having a little trouble getting my mask on straight."