<div style="text-indent:1em;">Blake was washing plates in the small sink to the side of the cafe's bar, listening to the low hum of early morning patrons as he waited for the regulars to arrive.  Alma was dressed in a deep blue shirt that mirrored the early morning sky, with his usual black slacks to match.  The guests from last night had stayed for its entirety, meaning Blake had been at his post since the previous morning.  He didn't mind much, he never needed to sleep anyways.  If anything this gave him the time to finally catch up on the small pile of dishes that had built up the day before.  As the customers finally started to clear out, not wanting to be caught by the normal regulars and forced to put on their glamours, they wished Blake a good day.  Now cleared of customers, Blake began to clean all the table in preparation for the day.</div><br/><br/><div style="text-indent:1em;">Not a single table in the cafe matched.  They were all of different designs, makes, materials, and eras.  Some of the tables had been gifts from patrons, the rest where donations of Blake's.  His favorite was from China, traditional design, 13th century, and still looking as new as the day he bought it.  The rest of the bar was a little more consistent, the bar and small kitchen where Blake prepared food were decorated in a dark mahogany, polished to a mirror sheen.  The appliances where all made from the same dark metal, also polished to shimmer.  Above the bar was a large chalk board which listed various kinds of coffee that could be ordered along with prices.  Under the barista prices was a small message written in bright blue chalk:</div><br/><div style="text-indent:1em;">"We serve any food you care to order, price based on ingredients used."  Beneath that was a list of popular dishes.</div><br/><br/><div style="text-indent:1em;">Blake had just finished cleaning up the tables when he heard Fes enter the store, and soon after the mornings regular's strolled in.  They found Blake standing behind the counter, already brewing and cooking their usual fare.  They each placed the money on the counter and started chatting to each other as Blake placed cups of coffee in front off them.  As he started hand them their food he saw Kit get ran over by a redhead.  Customers served, Blake started walking out front as the server boy started exploding at the potential customer.</div><br/><div style="text-indent:1em;">"Morning Rune, morning Fes."  Blake said, before opening the door to give Kit a look of question.</div><br/><div style="text-indent:1em;">"Kit, would you care to explain why you are yelling at the nice lady?"  He then turned to girl with a saintly smile, leaving Kit to answer the air.</div><br/><div style="text-indent:1em;">"Hello Miss, sorry for the buffoon.  Would you be looking for a book, meal, or morning refreshment?  Here at Rune's Bookstore, we have all that and more."  He opened the door wider and the store's natural aroma swept out.  The open door would also give Fes and Rune a good view of the girl, and Kit.</div>