"- And then a skeleton," His hands splay into claws, crooked at the side of his face. Flames cast twisting shadows. It's all very frightening, if you're six years old, "Popped out."

Cue applause. Applause? No applause? A glance about, a faux scowl. Passing over the wineskin he must have touched at some point (hard to say in the dark):

"Well, you do one, then."