Prompt:
Modern with Magic AU & Coffee Shop AU
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The biting cold of a cloudy November day saw that Calendula's Coffee & Tea Shop held a crowd of people, all escaping the late-autumn chill. A warm-lit room held enough cushions and coziness that a sedate murmur of cups clinking and spells whirring were the only sounds present. So, when the jingle of firefly-bells on the door alerted the presence of a new customer, Morrigan was quick to look up from the new spellcraft program she was working on.
Shooing away the carved jar-crow crying out for tips with a snap of her fingers, she greeted the newcomer with a polite bow.
The man had dyed blonde hair and wore a beige cable knit sweater. He was taking a while to read over the chalkboard menu hanging above the counter. Little chalk-cats drawn in white danced about, leading his eyes to the day's special: The Hanged Man's Ristretto. A little description was drawn under it reading, "So good the dead would get up with it!"
Morrigan took the moment to observe the pale-haired man. He was quite good-looking; like straight out of a cologne ad on MoonTube. He shifted his weight around as if nervous. She guessed this was his first time in a magical establishment, so she put on her friendliest grin when his eyes met hers.
"What would you recommend?"
Morrigan pursed her lips to think. His eyes flickered between the upset chalk-cats and to her. An awkward smile on his lips as he tried to ignore the little chalk-cats meowing indignantly that he had ignored their own recommendation in favor of her's.
"Sorry, but you guys don't have tastebuds... do you?" His words only made them more indignant. And loud.
"Oh shush, do you want me to spray you?" Morrigan raised a finger in warning, with water already swirling at her fingertips. "Don't mind them, their crafter gave them a bit too much life. If it were me, I would have crafted serpents instead of cats; reliable and also nowhere near as noisy." She hurried on when the customer looked a bit confused.
"Anyways, my personal favorite is The Fool's Affagato, but that's more of a dessert than a drink. If you need a pick me up, then I'd go with the Double Empresso-"
"Tips! Tips!!" The tip jar-crow appeared again, startling the pale-haired man as it flapped its clumsy wooden wings midair. "Tips for a trick! Tips for a-"
"Tippy, I swear to the Goddess," hissed Morrigan. With a deft hand sign, she spelled the tip jar-crow back into its old, wooden inanimation. It clattered back onto the wooden counter with a crow of protest, making the countertop shiver in displeasure. Morrigan murmured an apology and soothed the agitated wood-grains with a gentle hand.
"Gah, sorry about that. I don't know why we keep that clunky jar-crow around anymore. It's been faulty for years now, and only Cassiopeia's sentimentality is keeping it safe from the scrap isles. Supposed to do a little magic trick if you tip, but now the only magic is getting it to shut up."
"No it's alright, I think it's pretty cool actually." The man leaned onto the counter with a small grin. "Never seen anything like it."
"Never seen a jankier enchantment or never seen magic?"
"Both, miss- uh"
