[ It's just a poster. Lambert tries to reassure himself of that, even as the fae taking up his criticism as a challenge seems to have resulted in more questions, more curiosity, more interest in the Fair itself. He fields the questions as best as he can, doesn't snap at the people taking photos, though he imagines as soon as he gets home he'll see it posted on the threads already talking about the Animal Fair. Fan-fucking-tastic.
Of more immediate concern is the fact that the cats seem to be unnaturally attracted to one of the patrons. That's not an unusual or surprising occurrence in and of itself -- but it does also usually mean that the chances of said customer having some supernatural quality is high. It's also just plain bad for business when other people notice the cats are all crowding around one individual in particular.
So as he usually does when this happens, Lambert steps over to break up the crowd gathering near the table while trying to be less overt about it, waving one of those mouse-on-a-stick toys less like he's trying to play with them and more like he's cracking a whip. The less interested cats give him a cool look and walk away, slowly, making it clear they aren't being spooked, but a couple of the bolder ones linger still, pawing at the shadow on the floor.
The shadow which, now that Lambert is focusing on it properly, has what are unmistakably eyes staring out of it. Ah, yes. Great.
Wasn't this girl one of the customers taking pictures of the poster earlier? There's no good way to come out and ask someone about what they're searching for on the internet without making it obvious you'd been looking over their shoulder, so he'll just... continue to bait the cats for a moment, lingering by the table and letting the fake mouse drag over the shadow while trying to decide what to say. ]
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Of more immediate concern is the fact that the cats seem to be unnaturally attracted to one of the patrons. That's not an unusual or surprising occurrence in and of itself -- but it does also usually mean that the chances of said customer having some supernatural quality is high. It's also just plain bad for business when other people notice the cats are all crowding around one individual in particular.
So as he usually does when this happens, Lambert steps over to break up the crowd gathering near the table while trying to be less overt about it, waving one of those mouse-on-a-stick toys less like he's trying to play with them and more like he's cracking a whip. The less interested cats give him a cool look and walk away, slowly, making it clear they aren't being spooked, but a couple of the bolder ones linger still, pawing at the shadow on the floor.
The shadow which, now that Lambert is focusing on it properly, has what are unmistakably eyes staring out of it. Ah, yes. Great.
Wasn't this girl one of the customers taking pictures of the poster earlier? There's no good way to come out and ask someone about what they're searching for on the internet without making it obvious you'd been looking over their shoulder, so he'll just... continue to bait the cats for a moment, lingering by the table and letting the fake mouse drag over the shadow while trying to decide what to say. ]