"Kind of," she says. Raising a hand, Aggie waggles a finger in the air, now tinged with green. She could open the lock but chooses not to. Even if her power lacks limits, Aggie can impose them on herself and be polite. "I had a favor to ask but let's have tea first."

Once Krem lets her in, Aggie slips over to his kitchen to find mugs and put fresh water in his kettle. "What kind do you want?"