She chuckled and stared at the "artwork". "Sorcerer it is. Whatever that means." She'd refilled the mug and picked up her own. "Anyway, thanks for making my wall America proof. I hope. Cheers." Carol winked and drank before pushing herself off from leaning on the bar.
"You're right. I think he's off somewhere today, anyway. Those doors are getting a lot of use." The kid better come back soon though. She wasn't admitting it, but she was getting attached to him. Not as much as Peter, but there was definitely a protectiveness she felt for the teenager.