Tab's eyebrows shot up as he grinned. "Well, I suppose I will have to make the show some time..." That was certainly a show one should not miss. The alcohol seemed to be taking a bit of an effect on the Gremlin, though he was never a sloppy drunk. He could talk well and recite poetry if the need arose but his posture would become more languid then usual, leaning heavily against the bar as he tried to stay put on the stool.
"That would definitely sell." Tab laughed. He must make more time for the sights of the carnival. Many new (and apparently old) faces had arrived with all manner of new acts. He'd been so busy with his pet projects and his game booth to go do anything else. He was sure he could con someone into watching his booth for an evening.