Now why would a termite want you to buy the one thing on the menu that comes on a wooden stick? She's really eager to throw away the stick for you, too, but I didn't see her go near the garbage-cans... I'm on to you, little lady.
This is the ever cheerful Fig (short for Figaro), working her carnival job as a greeter/guide. I mean, officially she's just there to visit her older sister, since there are pesky laws against employees who are around 10 years old... She's just doing the kind of visiting where she has responsibilities. And gets paid.
She and her sister also live in said carnival, as it's a hell of a lot cheaper than owning their own place. They got slim-to-nothin' when their dad died, since that was in a fire that took the house too. Fig barely remembers that, though, being just a tiny larva at the time. Carnie life is all she knows.
