Sage drops a few cloves into the cider on the stove, then takes a dipper of the adulterated cider to taste for comparison. She coughs and her eyes water.

Whoa! Rocket fuel. Are you trying to solve the energy crisis with this stuff?

Tossing the rest of the cider to the side, she doesn't notice that the flaming liquid has landed on the pet food near the tree; the cat food burns and heats the adjacent corn. Too late, she realizes the golden kernels sent by the Mudcat benefactor are popcorn. A small artillery section seems to have entered the tavern, as the popcorn kernels jump everywhere, landing in drinks and food and on sleeping animals and drunks.