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Molly had liked being a cat, for the most part. It had been interesting to see things from that perspective, and he'd rather enjoyed that people were quite willing to lavish attention and ear-pets!

But what he hadn't been especially thrilled with? Was how difficult it was to communicate, aside from a scarce few. And the lack of opposable thumbs had meant there was plenty he couldn't do without help.

So back to normal he was happy to go back to drawing cards- while it wasn't unusual to find the tiefling taking over a corner of a bar or a cafe, or something of the sort, he'd decided to go right back to his roots this time, coat spread out like a tapestry, one he plunked down on, tail flicking back and forth behind him as he was easily shuffling his well-worn deck between slim fingers, red gaze flicking over those who passed.

If someone was familiar, or just looked like they'd be fun to talk to? He'd be piping up. "Come friend, have a seat! Keep a troublemaker company! Or maybe you'd like said troublemaker to draw a card or two for you?"

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Caleb just keeps laughing at the mental images Molly is bringing up. "Oh she will adore that," he says as he leans down to pet one of the calmer pumpkins. "I should tell you the tale of Sprinkle some time...that was an interesting experience."

"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.

Caleb finally gives in and sits on the floor so that he can give both pumpkins equal attention. "He was a weasel at least when we first met him he was," Caleb says, "then after a while it got complicated."

This? They like this, and just like Barbar had to Molly, roll their way right into Caleb's lap just like needy cats. "I think that should be the new name of the group, honestly, because when doesn't it?"

Caleb laughs and nods agreement. "Ya that's true...but a Fey weasel was new to me...the wizard with a fey cat."

"Where did she scare up a Fey weasel? I mean absolutely on brand for Jester but I wasn't aware they were just out there." Molly was honestly fascinated with the idea, and a little amused because well, weasels were little troublemakers as it was even without the Fey influence.

"He put himself where he knew she'd find him," Caleb replies chuckling, "he was curious about our recent escapades and well just talking to her wasn't getting the answers he wanted."

"So... she knew this Sprinkle before then?" The tiefling's gaze was on Caleb, wide-eyed and fascinated by this turn of events even as he was still patting the grumpy gourd in his lap.

"Yah....it turns out Jester's god was very real and very present in our lives regardless of us wanting him there or no," Caleb replies, "But then again the Fey do love to poke about where they might not be wanted."