Baccus runs a hand through his hair. The locks loosen and are back to their normal state. He takes a sip of his drink and toasts. "To answer both of those questions. Everclear. Nothing is stronger."
"You can't eat everclear." Mavus facepalms.
"Ya can if you pour it over a pudding and set it alight."
Goldie sheds her Jazz attire and pulls back on her fur coat. She sits again, pulls out a metal file, and starts to sharpen her golden nail. "Neither. Fear is stronger than both. --and as for food, whatever Baccus distills--
Baccus toasts to her, "-aayyy!"
"--a rare steak, and chef's fruit tarts."
Mavus sits up and adjusts his suit. He smiles his politician's grin. "Hope. Hope is the strongest---"
Baccus and Goldie both start to gag. "Ahhh."
He looks to them. "Are you done?"
"Are you?" Baccus leans over to him. "Can't we go one fucking day without you trying to fucking perfect?"
"Well, excuse me!"
Goldie looks over to the to, then to Ophelia. "All right, I'm bored now. I'm tagging out." She waves and walks off.
Kitt is pushed onto stage. Vix and Todd behind them. "The fuck?!"
Ophelia looks over to the children. "Oh hey!"
They wave to her and sit around her chair. Kitt pulls out a cigarette and uses his fire magic to light it. "Mam, ye good here?"
As Mavus and Baccus still squabble. "Yes, they're asking us questions."
"Ohhh, fun!" Vix jumps. "Okay, okay, if you could pull any con to rob a bank, how would you?"