Hopping off the Table, Zakuro returned to human form before she hit the ground.  Leveling a frosty glare on the two troublemakers, she surrounded herself with fire the same color as her fur, melting the ice.  "You may thank our hostess for saving your lives."  Her voice was cold and flat.  "For a kitsune is powerful and dangerous in her vengeance."  She let the fire die down and walked away.  She needed another cup of tea.