And yet, as Eithne apparates back into her lovely, cool, fall mountain meadow, she looks down and realizes that, indeed, hm..something is very "off" with this "win." Given that she is gifted with true magicks, when the vamp uses, well, vamp trickery, all it takes is for her to push (and with magick, "push") a finger into the jello before it collapses into mush.
"Gah!" She mutters to herself and zipping away back to where the old dude is she wastes no more time, appearing right in front of him, under cover of darkness, slipping it quickly from out of his hand with a grin. "Sorry, Blue, but I believe you have something of mine. Can't stop and chat though, see ya laters." With that, melodic laughter is only left in front of him as she apparates away once again, tucking the WIN deep inside a warm, safe place, close to her heart.