Hastily chewing and swallowing down what he’s got in his mouth, Joker picks up the cherry and gives an impressed whistle. To just think, he’d never see something like this if he was still stuck in England. He can think of more than a few folks he’s talked with who’d stare at it in blatant envy. After turning it over a few times, he winks over to her. “Well, until we see the trees doin’ that work on their own, I think I’ll keep this little beauty all for myself.”
His words are almost a direct contrast to his action, which is to simply leave the cherry besides him where she’s free to snatch it back for her bag if she likes. He still has his bag of obnoxiously sugary food to eat, after all, and a question to wave off.

“Ah, it is as it is, y’know. The Ringleader is gettin’ a bit anxious ‘tho, I think. We’re still a bit low on good help after, well, y’know.” The vampire event. “Me, especially, I’ll have ta keep an eye out for new talent for the ring. I’m sure I’ll figure it out.”