Agatha was rubbing her hands that were visible over the table nervously, her other four being under the wooden thing. Her onyx black eyes met those of the waitress, glistening eerily when she answered, "<span style="color: purple">Er... yes. Yes, I would. May I have something sweet? Cola would be nice.</span>" Her words were soft and bashful, as though she was still some kind of child.<br/><br/>When her order was taken, Agatha turned her attention to the rest of the place, eyeing what she could of the other half of the restaurant from her position without looking suspicious.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>