A bark of a laugh meets Star's upthrust arm, even as the Unicorn attempted to keep her face firm in her 'lovely young lady' disapproval. Because. Yeah. This archangel seriously had some of the koolaid. Because...wasn't everything about the Fallen World a part of the Lie....like religion? Tuesday gives him a look, then rolls her eyes, turning to Star.
"Do I get a stamp?" Tuesday asks with a lopsided sort of smirk, "Oooooh. I could totally get some green Christmas lights, and plug 'em in you know, if slash when Vally here's vouched and stuffs....but I don't think I can get any right now." Turning to the Enchanter. "Would you settle for some green marker?" not waiting for a reply Tuesday continues on, "So. You claim to be a Thearch, but are you?" crossing her arms and squinting at him, "Or. Are you a dee-bag Seer?"
Turning to look at Star. "This would be waaaay better if this was happening in a tiny room with a table and a lamp. But. Beggars." a shrug.
Back to Vally.
"Well. Punk. What say you?" Clearly the Unicorn new exactly was she was doing. It wasn't like this was her first time doing this or anything. And it totally wasn't like everyone was watching her not doing this thing for the very first time. Because Timelines.