((Shortpost is short.))<br/><br/>When Agatha heard herself be addressed, she looked in the direction of the voice. Izzy. She smiled and nodded when it was suggested that she would come and help with setting up the distilleries. Following Izzy close enough that she wouldn't smell anyone nearby who was smoking, she said quietly, "<span style="color: purple">I'll help.</span>" Her words, though short and lacking in volume, were truthful.<br/><br/>Angelo, in the meantime, noted how everyone was going off to do their own preparations, but knew he had most everything of his set up, and what wasn't readied at the time were things that were supposed to be brought in during the show. He too followed towards Izzy at the mention of heckling. "<span style="color: red">I'm sure that there are a few ways I could dupe some of the fools out of a dollar or two. Count me in on that.</span>" Downing his coffee and playing with his gold-headed cane, giving it a twirl as he approached, he made a crooked smile when he'd finished his little show.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>