[ Carmy doesn't think to explain where he wants the cupcakes to go. Normally, he would, normally he'd have a system and a plan in his mind, but this isn't his kitchen, he's not even in a goddamn kitchen, he's in a banquet hall with a bunch of people in full fucking Ren Faire robes and shit (hell, they've got him wearing that stuff, too), so he's a little (a lot) scattered.
It's not until the man speaks up that Carmy looks at him and takes him in.
Parcels. Yeah. Okay, he hears that, and it's a no, he doesn't think these need to be delivered anywhere, but that's not what comes out of his mouth.
He stirs the frosting. It's not as airy as he'd like. ] You have a lizard in your bag.
[ Why is there a lizard in the bag. Is he seeing things? Is that real? ]
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It's not until the man speaks up that Carmy looks at him and takes him in.
Parcels. Yeah. Okay, he hears that, and it's a no, he doesn't think these need to be delivered anywhere, but that's not what comes out of his mouth.
He stirs the frosting. It's not as airy as he'd like. ] You have a lizard in your bag.
[ Why is there a lizard in the bag. Is he seeing things? Is that real? ]