Mikey hunched a little as somebody brushed against him, wary of people lurking about solely to tumble him to the ground. Maybe it was pumpkin jelly and maybe it wasn't, it depended entirely on who was asking. "Possibly," he said, turning to look at - at William! He of the hat! "State your intentions."
He narrowed his eyes as he asked - though somewhat cautiously as William was still carrying that thing - and then very subtly curled his fingers round the edge of table just in case William suddenly charged. "Please don't knock me over," he said. "I'm not sure I could get up a second time."