"How clever !" Quiche Lisp exclaims good-naturedly at the graphic finesse of Opie Widdershins.
Then he takes a piece of paper out of his right pocket and scribbles on it with a charcoal he conveniently kept in his left pocket.
He mutters something under his breath, and looks at his handiwork with a critical eye while rubbing his chin (at this exact moment, the piece of paper catches a beam of sunlight and seems to sparkle a little).
"There, my good stout-nosed friend: it's for you, in acknowledgment of your drawing talent" he says, while handing the piece of paper to the stagman.
*a pair of asymmetrical, mismatched-colored portals appear. A wild-haired woman with dreadfully mismatched clothing, clutching a jagged staff with a blade crudely bolted onto the bottom in one hand and a solid-gold apple in the other, falls out of the first one, hurls the apple across the room, then falls and disappears into the other, cackling all the way*
*with a snap and a cough both portals vanish soon after*