"Eccellente!" Circe crys with joy as her Court arrives in full. Even as its glass gems sparkle in reflection of the Mantle Crown, the metallic one starts to tilt off her head. One hand holds the crown in place as blue legs swivel to the side of the balloon barricade. The elf has to somewhat bend over to get her feet on the ground and stand up with aid from her free hand pressing against the inflatable. "That answers yer question Blink and summarizes the situation," one red eye winked as she let go of her metal crown.
"Yer welcome Barny," she then looked over at Tiphon, "And ya are welcome too. And dude, if ya need a burner phone I can probably scrounge up one for ya. I mean," she spread her arms wide, "What kinda Queen would I be if I didn't look out for me court?" Then grins, "A horrid bitch queen is the answer, oh ho ho ho ho!"
She then looks down at what Barnabas had brought. "A hookah, huh? All I brought was that," she motions with a thumb towards the table of food. There is a brief pause before Circe starts speaking again, "Right right, I'm in charge so I start the talkin'. Ya know how long its been since I've had authritah like this? Neva! So," she grins widely, "I Queen bitch Circe, head of yer Summer Court in Sacramento and fully willin' ta bust the skull of anybody that fucks with one of ya! This is a gettin' ta know ya thing. I ain't big on formality," she giggles and raised her left hand so it is held out forward from her body. "I won the fiery crown with rock," hand is a fist, "Paper," now a paper, "scissors," and now finally scissors. Both hands move to her hips as she keeps going, "Metal one I made. If yah have shit ya wanna talk about, cool. Not is cool too." Circe finally stopped talking as she waited to see what her minion, er, courtiers had to say.