Strange takes the laughing in stride, rolling his eyes slightly. Why would he ever want to leave. Certainly not due to the fact that he's got a contract he wants to ride out, a wife he eventually wants to see, and a small little jar of cursed ointment back at the Carnival that he just wants to verify is still there. But aside from all that, seeing Childermass like this is...worrying. He'd want to leave because seeing Childermass like this, laughing, mingling, being friendly is odder than any other aspect of the celebration he's seen so far.

Also, the fun one? Well, that's certainly something he's going to tease Childermass about later. As it is, he answers the question almost nonchalantly,

"For starters, I haven't seen hide nor hair of the Ringmaster since we arrived here. I've been meaning to pick her brain about a particular form of magic, I can't do that if she's vanished off to who knows where. Of course," he sighs, "I doubt the Celebration would let anyone die in the first place. It'd ruin the party."

But that does raise an interesting question. There's so much here that could potentially kill someone—but could someone even die here in the first place?