Alice held her hand in front of her mouth in a token attempt to stifle a yawn as another older looking man approached her. She leaned on the table, chin resting on one palm, showing no emotion save through the reflexive twitching of one eyebrow at her latest supplicant's irreverent tone. According to the visitor, he was some famous doctor. Whatever. It didn't really matter whether he was telling the truth or not; he wasn't asking for very much compared to some of her recent visitors. 

The Oracle's apathy melted away when the newcomer revealed a bag.

Cookies, just like Mama used to make! How long had it been since she'd had any of those? A couple of months, at the least! Of course, these cookies were the generic, store bought kind, a far cry from the heavenly ones she had loved so much. But, still, they were cookies! 

Alice coughed, realizing that she was now sitting up straight, her eyes a bit wide. A few of her guards shot her nervous, sidelong glances, as if shocked by her behavior. Whatever! They wouldn't understand - all of the cookies were for her, after all!

"You, take that and run the tests on it," said Alice to one of her servants. Then, she turned her gaze to the man who called himself Charon. "As long as those are free from [i]impurities[/i], I suppose I can grant your request," said Alice, careful to keep the excitement out of her voice. "You will not be permitted to take the books out of our libraries, of course, and I warn you, you will be watched, so be a good boy. Now, if you have no further inquiries, you are dismissed." She shot a furtive glance toward the servant carrying her treats. He had better hurry up - if he didn't, her mouth was bound to start watering, and that would look very unOraclelike.