Agatha nearly snapped at them both to [i]watch it![/i] as Shock knocked Barrel into the counter, but found herself dumbstruck as he suddenly pulled himself up and gazed directly into her eyes. Darkness echoed behind his pupils as they stared at each other. Her insides felt like eyeball jelly. She struggled to remind herself... There was something important...

"Um...anything else?"

Oh, right. She was mad at him.

Damn it. 

Of course he had to pick [i]that moment[/i] to gaze into her soul. Never when they were flirting. Only when he was in trouble, and she couldn't just give in and kiss him because that would mean she'd have to forgive him first.

...DAMN IT.

Agatha scowled and pushed him away again. "No. It's [i]fine[/i]. Go... help somebody move a log, or... something."