Carver scoffed. "As if there isn't enough straw in this town of [i]perpetual autumn[/i] to pack them safely? I don't let the Doctor use me as his personal ego prop; what makes you think I'm gonna let you use me as a free portable container?" She wished she had carved in lips so she could sneer at Shock. Instead, she slammed her cage door shut with the last few scorpion products still inside. "How about I just take [i]these[/i] as payment for carrying all this crap all the way down here?"

Carver didn't throw an actual tantrum, but bickering was such a normal state for the tricksters that the witches would definitely get suspicious if they got along perfectly the whole time they were there. When Barrel cornered himself into buying something he wasn't prepared to pay for, she shook her head and opened her cage back up. Let [i]him[/i] be the target of Shock's -- real or pretend -- wrath for a few minutes.

A couple minutes later, and Shock was accusing her of forgetting the bottles they all knew where with Lock. Okay, back to bickering.

"Corpse rot, you did! I grabbed the whole pile you told me to!"

Aggie and Agnes watched all this with an air of annoyance and resignation. They both knew to expect some amount of trouble from the tricksters, and at least this sort of trouble wasn't as bad as whatever usually resulted from them getting along. Still... Agnes curled a lip on one side of her long, beak-like mouth. She was tempted to tell them to settle up and clear out.