*BIG YAWN* *work is slow tonight for this coffee horse. She fills her time with incessantly polishing her countertop*

*she's been so engrossed in work that things have been a fog recently, a sea of mental automation. She hasn't even made a meta comment in months!*

*the shop bell catches her attention. She ceases her assault against the wooden countertop, having polished away a layer of material off the top* Good evening! Welcome to- *she catches sight of Prince Starhammer* Goodness me, did I miss the alicorn promotional package?

Ages, for sure! *she jokingly counts wingtip feathers* I'll have to see about getting me a horn; it'd be useful for the lunch rush. What can I get ya tonight?

*she bows back, and as she rises the coffee is fresh, cupped, lidded, and ready for Prince Starhammer* Oh? What kind of issues?

*she frowns, and grabs a broom* Just point me in a direction and I'll whap whatever creature I find back to Tartarus.

Sombra? That gasbag? I thought we whapped him - twice! What's a third? *she spins the broom, pantomiming smacking an unseen foe on the head* Surprised I didn't hear about this sooner.

Bleh. What do they even want this time? *she sets the broom aside, leaning on the counter*

Hm. I dare them to mess with my shop! *puffs out her chest confidently*

Oh, Chimie Changa is trouble as ever, but I love her. We've both been so busy that we mostly just flop on the couch at home then go back to work the next day.

*she chuckles, then glances at the clock* Speaking of which, it's about time I went home and flopped. One thing though... *she pulls over her tip jar, and using a pen scribbles* "Leave a bit if sombra is a dummy" There we go!

*happily whisks the bits into the register before following Prince Starhammer out, leaving the night shift crew to their devices* Have a good night! Fly safe! Lemme know if you need me to whap a monarch!

*she takes flight and soars home, ready to warm up with Chimie Changa*

enjoy coffe :)

HACHOO!

*grimaces, apologises, and remakes the poor customer's drink she just contaminated*

((I'm not crying, you're crying))