The Cafe has an entrance door on the right -- after a brief entryway to avoid gusts of cold air from a single open door --, leading to a large, J shaped countertop with a few registers. Blackboards on the walls behind the registers, and glass viewing cabinets allowing you to see the delicious snacks within, display hand-written signs of what the specials of the day are. The place always just smells wonderful, in part because the coffee beans are roasted in-house in a side room, with a plexiglass window on an internal wall where you can see the roaster -- not that you can see much, it's an enclosed metal tube, but you can look! -- and then plenty of chairs and small tables for people to gather. The small glass covered counter displays the snacks that are offered; from pastries to salads to wood fire oven cooked small flat bread pizzas, which happily crackles and roars away behind the main counter.
The main room is fairly sizeable, though not huge by any means, and features a small standalone counter with various extra little pitchers of milk, sugar packets, simple syrup, and the mug return.
It also always always seems to be snowing just outside, making this place all the more inviting, warm, and comfortable.
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The proprietress of the place is, of course, Sally! She is a near 8 foot tall towering clutz of a pink dragongirl. She has dark blue hair that falls to the lower parts of her back, and is wearing a cute apron that does nothing to hide the absolute enormity of her- . . . heart. That's right she loves everybody, and just truly wants to help make people happy and bring them joy in their lives.
And to try to do that, she is frantically hanging decorations! The Cafe itself has somehow magically been rescaled upwards to be Just As Big As It Needs To Be, and that, in conjunction with the sheer amount of Pink in the decorations definitely definitely displays the fact that Civvy has been involved to some extent. There are cute pink fairy lights hung around the place, primarily near the ceiling -- which is what Sally is still doing when folks may start arriving, is finishing hanging those --, draping down and around the door frames, between the windows, across the ceiling in cute zigs and zags . . .
Sally just really likes little cute lights. And apparently tinsel to go with it. Mostly pink, but a lot of blues, and whites, and some golds.
In the corners of the room, and then one very very large version in the very center, are some cutely decorated pine trees. Though these ones still seem to be very much alive, and are strictly being borrowed from . . . somewhere. They have cute little portals at their bases, closely snugged around the trunk itself, meaning the roots of the tree are still happily planted . . .
. . . somewhere. But the trees can be safely decorated then just returned home later! There are some gifts around the small trees already -- all decorated and wrapped in various shades of pink, snowflakes, and fox patternings --, but the biggest tree in the middle was definitely left mostly undecorated, and with no gifts under it, in case guests would like to partake themselves.
Above a handful of tables is some bits of- . . . entire branches. Sally that's too much mistletoe. That's a lot of mistletoe not everyone is almost 8 feet tall oh my gosh Sally. Well, above an Undefined Number Of Tables, such that anyone that suddenly may need one can suddenly have a bit of mistletoe, is a branch of mistletoe!
"Kara halp." Come the mumblings from Sally, who is tilting her head to balance her phone between her shoulder and her ear, while still trying to get the last of the lights up. "I got so much peppermint seasoning for the drinks. And snacks. I offer food in exchange.
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That's fine. Bring Sidney with you I'll feed you both?
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Yeah I'm sure Ber'ri'll be here I invited her too.
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All right awesome thank you so much sweetie!" Sally shuffles her shoulder slightly so her phone slips back to its usual home, before she half steps off the ladder and overbalances entirely.
The entire cafe shakes slightly as Sally hits the floor on her back with a bit of an 'oof' noise.
But the vibrations from her hitting the floor somehow flipped the Closed sign over to the Open side. She sees it. She shrugs.
"About as good as I think I'ma get it. Thank you for your help." She scritchies the little fox that hangs out around here's chin with a pleasant smile, before getting back up and behind the counter; waiting for the first visitors.
