"Hm," Ava responds, because surely it can't be that hot. And if she knew the woman better, she'd ask to try the peanut sauce for her own curiosity. But she doesn't, and keeps to her familiar cocktail sauce.

"There are a lot of unusual types of magic coexisting here," Ava muses. "Ones that operate by entirely different principles. I asked the Captain about it once..."

She rests her elbows upon the table, realizing she forgot to get anything to drink.