"You'll do alright, Jon. Just think of'em all as your own wee siblings. You're handing out treats, they won't be hard to please."

The man who gives out the treats is always beloved. It's what Mat chooses to focus on in Jon's comment. They're supposed to be bringers of joy, no time for sad conversations right now.

Instead Mat grins wide and sets himself down on a stool, somewhat center, and begins unpacking his own bag. The brightly colored clubs first, pulled out with a flourish. The lap harp. Even without a gleeman's cloak, it's clear he's here to entertain them. He meets a few curious looks and winks, all smiles and bright eyes.

He tends to be at his best around children.