“We are,” Lambert affirms, nodding at Childermass and Ignatius both. As Amethyst gets passed over to Peridot, he’ll go stand by her for moral support, if she needs any, giving her a quick, encouraging smirk.

“Though the way I see it, she’s ours, not the other way around.” Master, friend, occasional pain in the ass ... but undoubtedly someone who, one way or another reason, is the reason they’re standing here now. “Well, go ahead and let ‘em know the Great Beast’s Carnival and their allies are here.”

Just because they’re not much of a Carnival anymore doesn’t mean they can’t claim that title anymore, after all.