Lon's mouth opened of its own accord at "I'm excellent in the back of a wagon," then snapped shut, his expression a mix of complete and utter surprise that she would say such a thing accidentally, and total amusement at the meaning of the sentence. He could see from the size of the man's grin that similar wheels were turning in Balfor's head, and wondered how much trouble Joli's mouth had gotten her into in the past. He glanced back at Joli, and wondered for a moment how much trouble that cute little mouth had gotten her<em>out</em>of, as well, before shaking that thought away, almost directly in time with Balfor. Anyone who could so completely break his stride without even actually trying to was trouble. And Joli fit the bill with a capital T. Of course, she was also amusing as hell, and he'd already decided he wasn't going to miss that for all the world, even if she ended up dragging him into the thick of it. He regained control of his expression, and turned back to Balfor.<br/><br/>"Good sir, we would appreciate that, as we're just looking for a chance to prove our skills." As the word came out of his mouth he winced slightly, sure that the intended meaning of his words would be quite lost now, and he looked at Balfor to measure how much of his true intentions had come through.<em>Of course</em>, he mused to himself,<em>if we can't get onto the caravan as scouts, we might be able to join as entertainment...</em>He smiled a warm friendly smile at Balfor, wondering if he had enough left to buy a wagon and some paint. As he rose and slipped on his pack, he smiled confidently at Joli, and even gave her a little thumbs up, all the while trying to figure out how he'd make that pitch to her, if things came to that. He picked up both of their drinks - "So you can carry your food," he explained - and followed behind her towards the other table.