Anya interrupted Agatha's interruption with an interruption of her own, rounding a furious glare on the other dark-type. <Stop talking about her.>
The sudden flare of anger gave Agatha pause, and she scowled a bit as she pushed herself to her feet.
Anya's anger subsided just as quickly as it ignited, and she relaxed into the grass again and continued the conversation -- pointedly acting as if the preceding few moments hadn't happened.