Honestly Ragdoll was a little surprised there was a table without books or a chemistry set on it, but he went to set the bags down on it. Contemplated sitting on it himself, as well, to chat, but he'd spotted Scarecrow's work and was in a friendly mood, anyway.

He loped over to the chalkboard, stopping a bit behind Scarecrow and cocking his head, looking up from that odd crouch he had. "What is my favorite fearmonger working on?"