As alarming as a relatively squeaky-clean Party is, he clearly isn't ill and hasn't been brainwashed, so Ghoul's concern was for nothing.

That's... good, he supposes, although the comment does still get a disgruntled look out of him. "Your stuff likes me better'n it likes you, we decided it's all mine now." Yeah, sure, inanimate objects totally like him better. Sorry, Party.

"Who'd you get all fancy for?" He reaches out, grabbyhandsing at the flyers for a split-second before deciding Party is moving too slowly. He snatches one for himself, taking a moment to look it over. "Yasmine?"