"Heh. You'd be the expert!" Julien has noticed that this seems like the kind of place that would have a freak show. It doesn't, and that's good, he knows enough of his history to know why that's a terrible idea. The carnies themselves, with their odd changes and sometimes people from worlds very unlike the ones they visit, are sort of an attraction themselves, but they're not penned up to be stared at.

"It can talk but it's not much for real conversation. Unless you're talking tea. Like - hey, Mannequin, one lump or two?"

"Oooh! Two lumps, please!" The mannequin moves with this, not actually changing shape but putting its hand to its breast and adjusting the angles of its simplified wings, its posture in general altering. "Do you have Darjeeling? I do so love white Darjeeling."

"Sure, coming right up. Just give it a minute to steep," Julien says, and turns back to Joker. "It doesn't actually drink and if you give it a cup with something in it it won't tip it enough to wet its face. I don't think it actually knows much about tea, even, but it sure sounds happy when you offer it. Do you want a cup of anything?"