Julien smiles, but it doesn't touch his eyes like it normally does, and his palps tuck tight into his sideburns. He's much too professional to show malice, not so quickly like this. Having the carnies around... it's annoying, actually. How are they so dense? Why doesn't someone who ought to be pretty smart know the score by now?

Whatever. He's worked the service industry, he knows how this goes. At least when you have a master that means the customers, as it were, aren't always right.

"Of course. They're all excellent, naturally." He's gone - and back again, that didn't take long. Must have relieved another server of a tray. "How does this assortment strike you?"