“And when I do, I’ll get you a front row seat ta practice.” Grinning, he gives a wink. Hey, he’s the stage manager. So long as it’s not a proper show, then the Ringleader definitely can’t complain.

Still, that might not be enough. He can see the shift in the air so, immediately, he leans forward and sharply taps his fingers together. (He’d snap, but- wood.) “Y’know what we really need again? Trapeze artists. And it can’t be like the last pair, they bleedin’ well loathed each other! Do ya remember the incident with the chili and the cats?”