That's enough to get a snicker out of Lambert. "True enough. Not the kind of thing you can make people forget with a sweet in their mouth and a pat on the ass."

The witcher cocks his head, lips pursing. "It was a little more bloody than I thought a carnival was going to be, but at least I'm used to that. This--" he gestures at the peaceful scene around them, the lapping water and the crackling bonfire. "--is a little different. Keep waiting for the other shoe to drop."