"Sprinkle? Oh that's definitely a Jester naming convention if I've heard one." Molly hummed, plopping down to sit once he was sure that he wouldn't squish Barbar who rolled into his lap, brring away in a way that was almost offended that the ankles were no longer available to attack, belied by the way the pumpkin just pressed into the tiefling's hands.

The other pair were happy to bump around Caleb, drawn immediately by the pets on offer, jockeying for prime petting position.