Giving a bow after his little exhibition, Angelo told the crowd, "<span style="color: red">I'll be back soon enough, but as much as I've shown you otherwise, I assure you that I'm still just a man, and a man needs to have some coffee with a good, hot breakfast. I'll be back soon enough, and may you all enjoy your early-bird opportunities here!</span>" At that, he left the place with a jaunty swagger, snapping up his elaborate cane as he left.<br/><br/>Heading towards the food wagon, Angelo could smell Camille's distinct cigarette smoke. Though he wasn't exactly a fan of the smell- there was something too bitter about the scent of cigarettes in comparison to the more savory odor of a good cigar- he was at least familiar with it; there was no missing the woman when she had a fag in her lips. He strutted to the wagon, finding that there was most of the main attractions there was well already; Camille smoking away, Izzy being her rambunctious self with her eyes following the aforementioned smoker a bit too long to just be a friend. Angelo noticed it, though he also refrained from telling it to anyone, since he knew that Izzy would probably kill him in his sleep if such a thing was revealed. Her  brother, though... a bit too much of an ass for him. Given, Angelo could be one himself, but at least it wasn't something he always did.<br/><br/>Gabrielle, though, he liked. She was nice and vivacious, just like he was, and had a spunky quirkiness about her, which was just as welcome. He continued his stroll to the wagon, swaying a bit as he approached, his hamminess oozing from his very being, and greeted everyone with an unnecessarily loud, "<span style="color: red">Good morning, my friends!</span>" before he spun on his heel and leaned against the shelf of the wagon and waved at the cook. He then said, "<span style="color: red">Hello ma'am, I couldn't happen to have a cup of especially hot, black coffee, could I?</span>"<br/><br/>From the area where the freak show was to be held, Agatha wandered around a bit as she examined the cages to assure herself that there was going to be no escapes this time around. When she felt certain that none of them would be getting out, she felt her stomach suddenly growl like the nearby four-eyed tiger. She placed a hand on her rock-hard abdomen, to which it gave another protest at being so empty. She decided to head to the food wagon, and from a distance could see that a small crowd of other carnies had amassed there. She made her way towards it, but stopped short when she saw Camille with a smoldering cigarette in her mouth. Agatha frowned, and walked the long way around to the opposite side that Camille was at to hopefully have room to make an order without taking a face full of that poisonous smoke, but was disappointed, as the stuff still trailed in her direction.She came as near as she could, though she still remained silent at her self-imposed boundary.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>