Grayson turned to regard the blonde girl standing on the pathway between the exhibits and offered a friendly grin. "It's technically lunch," he called out, voice raised to be heard over the music, "and yes. They love it. Don't you guys?" If the hell hounds had eyes, they would have rolled, and as they stalked away from him to enjoy their meal he looked greatly offended as he called after them, "I heard that, mister 'tude. You know you can't live without the melodious sound of my singing!"
Gathering his speaker and the bloody bucket from the ground, he turned and trudged over towards the path, wiping the back of one forearm across his brow before grinning at the girl again. He turned the music down so he wasn't shouting in her face when he said, "Don't mind them. They're kidders, is what they are." Roger made a squeaking commotion and ran down his arm to curiously extend himself towards Cora, his small green face extended toward her while the jewel in his forehead caught the afternoon sun and gleamed with ruby intensity.