Agatha's experiment on the beach had blown up in her face. Literally. She'd gone home to change, but there was still the scent of burnt hair about her, and a small crack in her glasses. She was back in her green dress with her stripy stockings and good sturdy boots, reddish blond hair singed, but brushed. She was muttering under her breath as she entered. "This is the fifteenth place," she said to... something on her shoulder. From his angle her neck and face hid whatever it was. "If this place doesn't have cake I might blow something up." A pause. "Intentionally this time."

She rolled her eyes. "I swear, I wonder if more Sparks don't become evil despots just for a lack of cake..." She headed for the counter.