One of his hands is full of cookies, but he gestures with the other one, illustrating each named person separated into the appropriate groups.

"Who else," he says thoughtfully. "My kids? Golden's crowd? Bet you dollars to donuts Aedyt's on my side." He taps the air and his aura obligingly adds a little illusory Aedyt to the group on his left. "Kerron's with my sweetie, I bet—" and Kerron and Nathan join the crowd on the right. "Now, if you wanna name the teams something fancy, I'm not your guy. But if you just wanna tell 'em apart..."

He wiggles the fingers of his free hand. The illusions on his right acquire an afterimagey green halo shimmering around their edges; the ones on his left become similarly purplish.

The Joker giggles.

"I love auras," he says, and eats a cookie.