Lucy looked at the figure before her. Another of those who wasn't truly alive or dead, it seemed. The place appeared to be attracting them.
Fortunately, while the thing before her had no true emotions, it did have desires, and those gave her something to read, and she set to work.
Two shots triple espresso, three large scoops of the creamiest icecream in creation (what's the point of being powerful if you don't use it?), full cream milk, a small allowance of ice, and two minutes in the blender. The resulting slurry was poured into a tall glass, then she pulled out the syphon of whipped cream, and supplied it lavishly.
"One triple espresso thickshake," she said, presenting the item to the customer. "Would you like anything to eat with that?"