The Cafe (Open to all!)

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    " Hehe, guess so," He then rolled up the end of his right wing, and then lightly hit Flame in her side. He then unrolled it, smirking a bit," Welcome to the team!" He then looked over at Mocha," Yea, I'm pretty psyched (DUNDUNDUN Waiter's a dude...) to see what she's made. If I know Greenie, it's probably something pretty cool,"

    "Or dangerous," Southern Bell added jokingly as she stepped towards a table. She levitated a rag towards it and wiped the surface clean to prepare for the customer.

    Mocha nodded. "Well, we might as well just make this guy a coffee or something,"

    Mocha comically jumped up, fixing the coffee before pushing it to Southern Belle. "Here ya go!"

    "Thank ya kindly!" Southern Bell returned, adding a thick southern accent to her voice to emphasize her name. She grinned with amusement and caught the mug seconds before it would've slipped off the counter. It was nice to be able to work with ponies whom she actually liked being around. She brought the drink towards the customer and set it down before him. "Anything else I can get for you, sir?" She asked, cocking her head.

    Table Waiter looked around a bit before going back over to Mocha," You saw Greenie's invention right? Do you think that'll work out?" he asked her, leaning against a table, putting his elbow on the table, and then resting his head onto his hoof.

    "Yeah. Like I said, it looks like a waitress. It was originally a baking robot but she tweaked it a bit."

    " Cool coffee beans," he said, looking over at Blood Drop, and then back at Mocha," I wonder when business'll start to start up today," he said.

    Accepted.


    "yeah, me too."

    Mocha trotted to China. "What'll it be?"

    Southern Bell nodded to Blood Drop and trotted away, glancing at the new customer. She hauled herself onto a stool by the counter and yawned, "Yeah, things are definitely slow today."