"No, unfortunately it's not my handiwork," she said with the smirk still plastered to her face. Theoretically a bad luck curse wouldn't be that hard for her to pull off. Alas, something else had gotten to things before she ever had the chance to.

She waved a hand and a cup of coffee appeared in her hand as she jumped down off the stall, landing in front of him. A swirl of steam came off the coffee and she blew on it to send it towards him.

"Looks like you could use a fresh cup." See? She could be helpful. Sort of.