Ally held out a hand, letting a butterfly land on a fingertip before she whirled about to face Phaedra. Her expression took on that of feigned offense at her words. "Spiked with magic? Never." Her nose wrinkling, she shifted her fingers a little and watched as the butterfly landed on the edge of the mug. The wings fluttered about for a few seconds before folded back again. "It's just simple good food, if you must." The other sugary creations found their niches about the shop and settled in.<br/><br/>Turning bright eyes to the customers, Ally crossed her legs again, a smile of content on her face, mixed with that of mild curiosity.