Yeah that was usually a pretty good indicator. "Huh. Standing ovation, you must be pretty good Mina." He wondered briefly if she made use of magic in her shows. "Oh. I do dislike the children, laughing, screaming squalling." A disgruntled look mars his face, he had plenty enough of that from Funderland, it was a big part of the reasoning why Edna's was moving out. But talk of magic quickly pulls him back. "Uh. You can book a table and show whenever they have a vacancy but you'll have to wait most of a year if you want it on my dollar." He was doing good financially but expenses like that were still rare events saved for his season. "Hm. Well anything I don't know how to do, which is most of them." But the giants arms stretch wide. "Ha. Although the Houdini escape stuff now that was always mind blowing. You know get out before the blades drop kind of thing." Health and safety had probably put paid to that along time ago though.
Sonnie's point does not land with him however. "Uh. Yeah and I would say public displays of name calling and not polite or nice." One of those was much worse them the other to the ogre, nasty he could handle.
Circe has the right of it about the foolish person that had delayed her. No, no accounting for stupidity. "Ha. Well here's hoping she's learned better tonight." Circe had spoken about giving lessons to punks before at some point.
A large hand finds the bottle he had pilfered from those left out on his way in and put aside when the talking began. "Hm. Now those old habits they can be worth more then just about anything sometimes." Each lost had held onto something, snippets of the past that kept them aware enough, themselves enough to escape. "Hm. Yeah glad to see some else thinks so. I won't pretend to know what's proper for you or by Winter's keeping. So thank you for putting on tonight." Those rules the proper way of things were labyrinthine and monstrous thing to even begin to understand and the tiniest chip of the beginning was all he really had. "Oh. Uh. Thanks I guess." The ogre might be expected to get brash or loud as he has shown want to, but instead seems to grow more reserved and sombre as fleeting half recalled thoughts of a life time many decades gone and half a world away fight to the surface. "Bah. I don't even know where, if even they got buried." Not something they would have been able to afford when he still lived under their roof. "Uh. Question of mine. Is that something you regret now? Not being close with your folks?" A flicker of his nasty grin creeps back in. "Hm. Your night, of course, your rules. No need to answer or tell it true if you do." Something were after all only proper.


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