"Why would you take me along?" Lambert asks, listlessly, staring at a spot between his feet on the floor.

"I lose my temper, I can't bargain, and I don't have magic that could help like that. Not like you or Strange." He wraps his arms around his knees. "Even if you'd brought me ... I'd just be more dead weight to worry about. You're all learning more, finding different ways to help the Carnival. I..."

He frowns, looking at Celandine at his feet.

"I just asked the Ringmaster to make me stronger and teach me how to summon a weasel whose only job is making me feel better."