[The sugar cubes tinkle together as they fall from one outstretched palm and into another. Angel retracts her hand and dusts off her hands, grimacing at the stickiness of unmelted sugars.]

Well. I am certainly glad to hear that. I'm afraid I'm not very good at distinguishing when I'm being an imposition. [Ah, social ineptitude, one of the disadvantages of being locked away for the better part of her life.] Still, I would hate to crowd the creatures. Well-behaved though they may be, I imagine it would be pretty easy to become overwhelmed by all of the people here.