Agatha had been wondering if she was in a teensy spot of trouble when she was asked to come. Just before the whole age down thing, she might have caused a few small... explosions... in ten forward. Nothing too unexpected, and no one but her got hurt. But... She had to keep reminding herself and being reminded, these people aren't Sparks.

Really, it's amazing how much fuss they make over the smallest things. What's a table and a bit of smoke...compared to science?

So she had matched politeness for politeness as she was escorted in. But once she entered the room, she stopped, then walked slowly to the table, sniffing the air lightly.

"Do I smell...coffee...?" she asked quietly, a light shining in her eyes.

If you value your lives, do. not. give. this. woman. coffee.