Sure, why not, a handful of Bohemians will join this kid's tea party. 

One of them is a man in his late twenties with flyaway hair, wearing a waistcoat with mushrooms embroidered on it; instead of being a repeating pattern, no two mushrooms are of the same species. 

One of them is a woman wearing a green dress that makes Bonesaw feel sleepy if she looks at it too long, with a bird with seven heads perched on her hat. 

One of them is a woman with no eyes wearing an outfit that would be quite nice, except that those colors do not go together. 

"Oooooh, how'd you make that dress???"

Bonesaw stares at the dress a bunch. She only sleeps when it's her bedtime, she made sure of it.

"Oh, it was a souvenir from the Viric Jungle." 

"Can I try it on?"

"Perhaps some other time. I didn't bring a change of clothes." 

"Silly of you not to bring a change of clothes if you're going to play dress up like that."

She blinks at her. "Whatever do you mean?" 

"Well, when you wear a special costume you should also have a normal change of clothes, just in case."

"...This isn't a special costume, this is just...a dress, that I wear."

"Well, it's very pretty and I sort of want to make my own. I guess you don't have to call it a costume."

"Well, I also think it's pretty, but pretty dresses are just what one wears, if one is the sort of person to wear pretty dresses; if I had a change of clothes, that would also be a pretty dress." 

"Hm, when I wear a pretty dress people say it's a costume."

Well, if she regularly goes around trying on adult-sized clothes then that might have something to do with it. "I think the dress you're wearing right now is quite pretty, and doesn't look a bit like a costume," she says instead of that. 

"Aw, thanks!"

"What's your name?"

"Bonesaw!"

"This is my Friend uh. Hapless." she says, gesturing.

She titters softly. "So you have a noun but no adjective, and he has an adjective but no noun?" 

"Mhm? What do you have?"

"I'm the Silvered Aesthete. These are the Jam-Spackled Artist, and the Spider-Stricken Seamstress." 

The man with the mushroom vest gives her a look. "The Cremini Artist, thank you." 

"As you like." 

Oh, so they do have capes here? Maybe?

"What do you all do?"

"I go into Parabola for rare and dangerous art materials," the Silvered Aesthete says. 

"I paint," the Jam-Spackled Cremini Artist says. 

"With cremini jam," the Aesthete specifies. 

"Yes, I paint with cremini jam. It's an underrated medium!" 

"I sew," the Spider-Stricken Seamstress says softly. 

Oh WOW this place is so great.

"Oh oh, what sort of things are dangerous art materials?"

"Well, any unadulturated sources of Viric, of course. Anything to do with the Fingerkings. Parts of dangerous Parabolan animals...whole Parabolan animals." She strokes the bird on her shoulder. 

"What's Viric?"

She smooths her hand over her dress. "Why, this color, of course."