Audrey does not step on the food, but she doesn't try to eat it, either. She's still pretty full from all the memory pudding, earlier. She eyes up the smelly wizard, too, wondering briefly if they could remove the fart. It's giving her a little headache. But that's a small sacrifice. She digs into her clutch and comes up with something better, ruffling the hair of the boy who lives languidly, as if she's apologizing for whatever is coming next. This is weird. Like a wax museum, but they're people. She tries not to think of the moral implications of any of this too long. Instead, she holds out her temporary tattoo quill to Mary Grace "...I have this. Self-inking. Meant for skin. Works on paper. In a pinch."

(There is, tellingly, no paper, but she'll give the benefit of the doubt for just this moment.)