[bemused, sandalphon spares a glance at the window. somehow, he doesn't look surprised at all...]
...Ah. Them. They must be leftovers from the recent tornado we dispelled. [he flashes his equivalent of a reassuring expression, looking bizarrely calm about the whole situation.] No need to worry about them. They'll scatter after they hit land or sea.
[...somehow, this is not entirely convincing as a shark flies by the window with a sharp cry of "SHAAAAAARK!"...]
You should take a seat; you look unwell. I'll prepare our special for you—how does that sound? I've had compliments on my coffee, so I'm certain it'll ease your nerves.
[still somewhat agitated, francel looks over his shoulder, but... no, there are no sharks chasing him. in fact, there strangely don't seem to be sharks anywhere near the vicinity of this cafe, which is partly why he ran here in a panic to begin with, but... what is this place? some kind of enchanted storefront? perhaps some particularly effective magical barrier...
francel has his concerned for anybody else who is out and about right now, but the barista seems wholly unconcerned, and maybe it's best not to contradict his hospitality when keeping this man happy might be the only thing standing between francel and several rows of deadly shark teeth. gradually, he relaxes... or at least he tries to relax.]
I'll... I... well, certainly. If you would be so kind. I... don't believe I've ever had this "coffee" of which you speak.
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[bemused, sandalphon spares a glance at the window. somehow, he doesn't look surprised at all...]
...Ah. Them. They must be leftovers from the recent tornado we dispelled. [he flashes his equivalent of a reassuring expression, looking bizarrely calm about the whole situation.] No need to worry about them. They'll scatter after they hit land or sea.
[...somehow, this is not entirely convincing as a shark flies by the window with a sharp cry of "SHAAAAAARK!"...]
You should take a seat; you look unwell. I'll prepare our special for you—how does that sound? I've had compliments on my coffee, so I'm certain it'll ease your nerves.
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[still somewhat agitated, francel looks over his shoulder, but... no, there are no sharks chasing him. in fact, there strangely don't seem to be sharks anywhere near the vicinity of this cafe, which is partly why he ran here in a panic to begin with, but... what is this place? some kind of enchanted storefront? perhaps some particularly effective magical barrier...
francel has his concerned for anybody else who is out and about right now, but the barista seems wholly unconcerned, and maybe it's best not to contradict his hospitality when keeping this man happy might be the only thing standing between francel and several rows of deadly shark teeth. gradually, he relaxes... or at least he tries to relax.]
I'll... I... well, certainly. If you would be so kind. I... don't believe I've ever had this "coffee" of which you speak.