The table rattled loudly as Smidgeon was startled by Corbin's voice. He clambered out and stood up, looking like a balloon that had settled to the ground. "You're not taking me to prison!" He said as he put his treats on the table and started fumbling around for his dagger. "I'll... I'll.. I'll...." He found his dagger and pulled it out. "I'll fight my way out!.. I mean.. If that's okay with you..."