"Hey now, Ferlwin, ya ain't gettin' lost in yer own thoughts now, are ya?"

The familiar accented voice pops up somewhere above her, and soon there's the sound of wings flapping as Joker flutters down from somewhere up above. It's taken him a year, but he's gotten the hang of flight by this now. There's a brief glimmer of light from the inside of his wings- a recent addition- before they fold along his back and he twists on his heel to smile at her. A small bag is swinging from his one good (if wooden) hand, sweet smells wafting out from it.

"Mind a bit a company, or am I bein' a right pain?"