[ Surprisingly, she doesn't lean away. Instead her eyes roll and she lets out something between a scoff and a rather awful raspberry. ] Well duh. [ And she's 10000% being dramatic about it, because if this little girl didn't look absolutely psyched to see her, she wouldn't be having as much fun. ] But his horns are better. [ And to prove a point, she reaches up to lightly shake one of the chains ( if her eyes meet his, she just smiles right at him ), both ends hanging off the same horn. It jingles, surprising absolutely no one. ] See?

[ Because who needs card games when you have horns to show off, or something. And Jester would have definitely spent more time explaining tiefling anatomy ( they have tails too!! ) to the girl, except — ah. Yes. Molly's got her attention now, hasn't he?

All traces of dramatics are gone in a flash. ] Oh! Yeah! Tell her fortune! [ Once again: who needs card games when you have cards to show off. Card games are fun, but watching fortunes get told are just as fun, probably.

Jester leans over to the girl, hand up to her mouth as if she's telling some dramatic secret ( a loud, stage whisper to go along with the entire act— ). ] He's really good at it, you know. Everything he told me came true! [ And in case Mabel doubts that, here's a very, very slow and deliberate nod. One that seems to hold the understanding of the universe itself. ]