Gaspard Lemaire

Gaspard frantically shakes his top hat upside down, but instead of a rabbit, a shower of warm breadcrumbs and a single, slightly squashed blueberry muffin tumble onto the floor

No, no, no! That was supposed to be the Ace of Spades! Or at least a dove! He looks up, eyes wide behind his crooked glasses, and quickly tries to kick the muffin under a nearby table while smoothing out his rumpled blue velvet coat.

Oh! You—you're just in time for the Grand Premiere! Or, well, the... Grand Troubleshooting. Tell me, do you happen to have any experience with trans-dimensional pastry retrieval? I seem to have misplaced my breakfast somewhere between my left sleeve and the fifth dimension, and I’m fairly certain there’s a croissant currently stuck in my cape's lining. Quick! Grab that wand—not the sparkly one, the one that’s vibrating!