Adam looks nervous about just up and leaving. "[color=ffe34c]Still. I'll just call them. Not everyone's gone, right? I heard Max banging on doors earlier, so at least she's here.[/color]" He pulls out a tiny bowl with a tightly sealed lid and quickly sits. He opens the dish, which Artimes can now see is about half full of oil, and mutters over it quickly. "[color=66f4b7]Jacob, can you hear me?[/color]" he calls quietly into the bowl, which is swirling strangely.