Gabriella shot him a glare from across the room at the way he was smiling, before letting a much more pleasant one appear on her own.

"Poof? What exactly went poof? The cat, or the piece of furniture."

She was trying to keep her conversation light as she took a sip of her coffee.

"The cat!" Crystal exclaimed, her hands waving a bit now, though as nothing said poof, Gabriella assumed that she must have gained some sort of control over it since she had gotten it. "Of course of course!" She got up then, and collected one of the angels he had been looking at earlier. Holding it in the palm of one hand, she waved the other in front of it, and it was gone. A smile, and another wave, and it was back in her hand as though it had never left. "Poof."

"...poof indeed."