Jo looked up and jumped, almost dropping the bottle of whiskey as he floated toward her.
"Holy sh-" she started, then stopped herself.
She was trying not to stare and so instead turned her attention back to the drinks she was fixing. She raised an eyebrow at the description of soda as having magic, and she wondered if he hadn't had soda very often.
"Here," she said, pouring some 7-up and cherry juice into his glass. She pushed it over to him.
"Try this."
She bit her lip and considered the question.
"This place was my mom's. I used to live here, but I left home a few years ago, and then it burned down. But I guess... it wasn't here before I arrived?"