"Don't think I trust either of those drinks, but here, hold on--" Hopping to her feet, it's hardly a moment's duck into the kitchen before she's returning with folding paper. Four pieces each, and then with a few taps her tablet resumes churning out her standard 70s fare at a low volume.

"I don't know if a new one or something familiar would be better right now, but I'd start with a crane anyway."