[Well, if six words of giggling didn't do it his face sure the hell does. Mary skips back a few steps, eyes going wide, and she can practically feel her entire opinion of the seemingly harmless pony change in an instant. Where's her gun? In her belt, where it belongs, and her knives to boot.]
You're the Joker. [More for her own confirmation than anything.] What do you want?
[A nightmare come to life... in a jarringly harmless setting. "Confusing" isn't quite a strong enough word for it. She half expects the pie to be poison or explosive or something stupid like that.]
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You're the Joker. [More for her own confirmation than anything.] What do you want?
[A nightmare come to life... in a jarringly harmless setting. "Confusing" isn't quite a strong enough word for it. She half expects the pie to be poison or explosive or something stupid like that.]