When his coffee had been delivered, Angelo raised a brow at Enzo while he continued to make advances on the various women around the place. "<span style="color: red">That fire in your crotch is more likely to get you burned than half of my fireworks, my friend,</span>" he said advisedly. He knew that Enzo had it coming, if he were to continue and finally pick the one who wouldn't take any of his antics.<br/><br/>Angelo took his coffee and had a sip as he sidled towards the table that some of the others had moved to. He stood while the others sat, though he was still polite enough, a hand on his cane as he listened to their conversation. When Izzy brought up her frustration with her brother, Angelo smiled and said, "<span style="color: red">Don't you know? Considering how big of a dick he is already, he wouldn't even have to take off his own pants to get the ladies jumping in them, eh?</span>"<br/><br/>Meanwhile, Agatha looked thankfully at Camille when she cleared some room for the spider-woman. She then sat and quietly ordered some shredded potatoes with bacon, sausage and eggs, over easy, with the odd combination of a strawberry malt. She needed the sugar quite badly, along with the proteins in the meat; almost her entire diet consisted of protein and carbohydrates, as her body ran off of the sugars and starches while almost completely rejecting fat, and she needed the other nutrients to keep the tensile strength of her webbing. The last time she went without, she could make a thick cord that wouldn't hold a small brick, and she wasn't about to let herself drop like that again.<br/><br/>Again, Agatha glanced longingly at Camille and the others who were smoking profusely. She felt so terrible about it, that others had to accommodate for her instead of being able to enjoy times together. Well, she supposed that it was just her own problem to settle with the crazy fates; she'd get around to that, someday.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>