"If he turns you into a chicken and cuts you in half, I'm sure you'd make an excellent stew, dear." Flink said this whole thing with a straight face as she looked up from her notes. She nodded to the barkeep when he looked to her about the apple cobbler. Poor thing wasn't confident in his cooking, it was a shame really.

At the mention of voices she looked at Sodom, shaking her head, "Admitting to hearing the voices is never a good thing. The younger people think they're scary."

After a few moments Flink put her clipboards up and turned her full attention to the jester, then to Zea, "Spare your fear for real clowns, dear. They're the ones who eat little children."