"Your wish is my command!" she called back, moving past the yellow little fellow and tickling his stomach to make him shake and wiggle. Very well acquainted with the inner workings of kitchens in any shape or form, she took to washing her cup out and rinsing another before drying them both. Nothing like extra cleanliness, and being a god, well! Without hesitation, she found the items necessary and set up a full pot of brew, for who knew when she'd want more, or how long she'd stay?
Another moment, and she'd retrieved a checkbook from her back pocket and took to writing on it before holding it up. "A check, for your store and only your store. Five thousand Euros will suffice, I believe, and help you get some possible good prints of art to hang around. I can recommend some to you. And don't think of denying it, either."
She carefully put it under the cash drawer before shutting it quietly and leaning back to watch the brew drip.