Prexte was quite a bit lighter in the wallet and several bags of interesting goodies heavier. That one little store tucked away in a corner had proved most... fruitful. She grinned to herself and paused once she saw the coffee shop.
Reading the sign lifted her brows a bit. What sort of place was this where reassuring an employee that their soul wasn't a part of the hiring conditions?
Not that she was interested... not at all. She had enough on her plate. But a drink sounded good.
Prexte walked in and eyed the menu board. Most of it she didn't recognize, but she had an idea of what she wanted. Giving the proprieter a smile, she ordered.
"I'd like something icy cold, with way too much sugar and fat and caffiene in it to be remotely good for me. With whipped cream on top."