Strange can't help but laugh a little, as he gives Lambert a small, teasing smirk. "In the peninsula, I was asked to move forests and build bridges, to perform feats of magic that no magician has performed in hundreds of years. In the carnival, I'm asked to fill a bottle of water for my lazy supervisor! It's a waste of my talents!"

But again, he's not saying no. That small little smirk quickly turns to a wide, toothy grin as Strange rubs his hands together slightly, thinking. He could call the water from the moat into Lambert's bottle but really, people have been in that water, that's nasty, Strange's reluctance from the Celebration for anyone to drink water that people have been in is apparently still a thing. So, rain it is.

"I must warn you. You're just as likely to get wet as the bottle." But is it really that bad? Lambert does smell. Still, he's at least going to give the other man a warning.