melodiesofeternity | One Cup-o-Kawhee, please!

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One Cup-o-Kawhee, please!

Who: Ignis Scientia and anyone who drops by
When: Month of July
Where: Ignis' coffee shop "Cup-o-Kawhee", Yun'Aisha
What: Cleaning up, Opening day, Work days- Ignis is doing what he does the best: making and selling coffee and pastries
Warnings/Notes: None?

July 3rd
Continuation from Network:

Ignis takes away the slate from his Moogle and sighs loudly. "Please focus on cleaning," he asks Ebony who, in return, salutes him like a soldier and then flies off to the kitchen where the magic will happen in the future. There are boxes of ingredients to be put away, knives and rolling pins arranged in their proper places.

He leaves the slate aside and leans against the bar, rubbing the back of his neck. Was it smart to open a coffee shop like this? Sure, it will be a decent amount of income for the household, but, in the long run... when he eventually goes back to Eos, he will have to leave it behind.

Perhaps he will find someone to leave it to.

Leaving those thoughts in the back of his mind, he pushes away from the bar and picks up the box he previously placed on it. Just in time to hear the small jingle of the bell.

"Apologies, we're not open yet."

July 5th
Opening Day:

In front of the shop, there is a nice, big sign that says:

"Opening day!
First Cup-of-Kawhee 75% off the price!"

Ignis doesn't appear to be nervous, dressed in his barista outfit, standing behind the bar. But he never appears to be nervous, even when the situation is really stressful. He places a cup down for a customer who thanks him and takes a seat at one of the small tables littered around the coffee shop.

Deep breaths, Scientia.

Ebony is floating from table to table, wiping the surfaces, then floats back to the pastry and cake displays to wipe them as well. This time, the displays are showing off plenty of pastries and the cake display holds the "cake of the day"- =Blueberry Days=.

The jingle of the bell announces that someone entered the shop and Ebony is off already, greeting them!

One day he will teach his Moogle not to scare away his customers.

Rest of July
1)Any other day:

The coffee shop opens exactly at 8 AM every day except on Saturday when it opens at 9 AM, and Sunday, when it is a free day. Ignis is at the shop from 6 AM, making sure that the cake and pastries are ready for the sale, fresh and warm for the first customers.

Ebony is always in good spirits and does his best to help Ignis out in the kitchen. The Moogle can't cook, but he's quite adept at cleaning up, which saves Ignis a lot of work.

Throughout the day, Ignis manages the bar and when there aren't customers, he's looking at his slate and inbox, hoping to see if there is anyone interested in the job offers he placed the other day- a waiter and a barista/cashier. He wishes he could do all by himself but he can't cook and be in the front at the same time.

Rest of July
2)Any other day:

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"Yeah. Wanted to see how things were going." After all, why wouldn't he support his friends and their new careers? He moves aside so Ivory can enter as well, and she zooms off to both help Ebony and keep an Eye on him while the two men speak.

Noctis looks around while Ignis takes care of the blueberries, a faint smile crossing his lips. Part of him hopes that Ignis can have something like this back home, too-

Ah. An amused chuckle escapes him. Ignis knows him too well. "I stayed the night after work so I wouldn't be," he informs Ignis, closing some of the distance. He's started planning around his normal tiredness. Shocking, he knows, but if he's gonna make a career out of it... he has to think about the safety of others. "I'll be fine."

Ignis is glad he can count on Ivory to keep an eye on Ebony, really. It would be bad if he ended up without any ingredients to use for cakes and pastries for the opening day.

"There is still a lot of work to be done, as you can see," Ignis nods at the chairs, tables, boxes holding cups and mugs for serving coffee to the customers that decided to sit in the coffee shop; pillows for corner booths, boxes with plants and few picture frames. And dust. Dust everywhere. The place was cheap to get because it was old and needed a lot of time to repair so... cleaning incoming.

"Well, your help is more than welcome then. You can start with the boxes with utensils, cake saucers and cups over there. Can you please arrange them on the shelves?" Ignis rolls up his sleeves, "I will start the war on dust."

What would they do without her? Especially since both seem keen on sticking around. Noctis looks around when Ignis nods at all that needs to be done. Yeah, sure did have his work cut out for him. Hopefully it'll all be ready in time. He can almost hear Gladio sneezing his head off at all the dust. His own nose feels like it's being tickled as it is.

"Sure thing," he gives Ignis a thumbs up, before getting started. Whoever packed these things didn't do too badly, but... "damn, s'lot of paper." He's almost tempted to ask if they should take some home and keep for when it gets cold again. It'd make for some good kindling for the fireplace.

... Six, he's been camping too much.

Ignis moves to open the windows so that the dust doesn't start bothering them seriously. Even with glasses on, the dust tends to go into his eyes and they end up watering up. Too annoying to deal with now that he has a lot of work to do.

He starts out with the high shelves, climbing on one of the stools, dusting off everything with the duster that he can reach (Ebony will reach places that he can't). He looks over at Noct when he speaks:"It is to make sure nothing breaks in transport." And there's nothing bad in the fact that he's thinking about keeping it for fire. They've been camping a lot, it's only natural.

Noctis briefly glances at Ignis while unwrapping the sixth cup. "I know." But so much? He shrugs, getting back to work on unwrapping and placing the dishes on the shelves. While leaving a pile on the floor. Don't worry, he'll stuff it all into the box once it's emptied (worry anyway; they know each other's tendencies). "So, what're you gonna do with them?" The papers, he means.

Well, porcelain is delicate, okay? And he has a set of cups that are brought in specially for tea. Yes- the coffee shop sells tea as well- some people prefer tea with their pastries.

"The papers? Most likely store them away. Why do you ask?" Ignis inquires as he gets down from the stool to get intricate, carved out decoration for the wall to hang it. "Do you need it?" He can't fathom why would Noct need a stack of used papers but- it's Noct. Ignis learned not to question things too much sometimes.

Fiiine, he'll stop questioning it. He finds said set of tea cups towards the middle of the box and raises an eyebrow, before continuing on. He doesn't even pause while he answers: "Was talking to a couple locals. Apparently it gets really cold in the winter." What's this? Noctis thinking ahead? Pinch yourself, Ignis. You might, in fact, be dreaming.

Hey, Ignis has no clue what are the tastes of the people around here. He needs to be prepared for anything. Including a fancy teacup set. There are also not-so-fancy mugs as well, to have all fields covered.

"Really? I suspected that the temperatures can drop, considering it is summer right now," Ignis lifts one of the boxes and places it on the bar, taking out the rest of the mugs, "and the temperatures are very pleasant. Like in spring."

No judging from this king, nope. Though considering what he just stated, it could be that most any hot drink would be welcome. Especially in the winter months. That said, he's finally done emptying the box so he stuffs the loose papers back inside it.

"Yeah. For now, at least." They are rather close to the frozen north. He stands up after placing the paper into the box and slides it closer to Ignis. "What next?"

If the things continue to progress the way they are now, the coffee shop will turn into half antiquary (all the fancy, old cups, saucers, and plates) and half modern. Also, half garden, considering by the amount of flowers Gladio announced he'll bring.

He puts the box on one of the tables, "We can bring the paper back home. It could be useful for camping or fireplace," Ignis says and goes around the bar. "Now, we have some ingredients to put away." And by some, he means a lot. There are stacks of boxes and containers in the kitchen.

Like Ignis would complain about that. It suits him. Both the practicality of the modern with a bit of traditional flair. Though Astrals, if he knew about the plants he'd almost be afraid to even mention what he has in mind; Gladio really is upping his green thumb game.

Noctis pauses, giving Ignis a quizzical look. "And we left the moogles back there." Alone. Unsupervised. He remembers what happened at the bar last month, okay?

...He wouldn't be able to deny it- he really likes the traditional flair. If there was only a place where he could find familiar Crownsguard insignia like he has on his uniform.

He's sentimental, alright? Sentimental and proud. Stop judging him.

"Didn't you tell me that Ivory was responsible?" Ignis asked with a little bit of dread in his voice. She wouldn't do him bad, would she? And with the same amount of dread, he opens the door to the kitchen.

Judging? Who's judging? He has no idea; only pointing out that his adviser is a sentimental sap (and he may or may not secretly like that about him).

That said, someone could probably commission someone to make something for him with the insignia on it. Hm...

"She is, but I'm wondering if she managed keeping Ebony reined in..." Because overeager moogle is overeager and always wanting to help. Also help himself to berries, he's come to find out (he's not much better, himself). That said, she's been eyeing a certain bottle lately.

He's finding out more about her than he ever wanted to know, to be honest. So, he follows Ignis into the back to find one exasperated Ivory hovering over Ebony and tutting at him.

'What did I say about sampling the produce, kupo? Leave some for opening- oh!'

Okay, that didn't sound reassuring. And, from the state of things, Noct was right. Ivory didn't really manage to keep Ebony under the control. Now Moogle is facing Ignis who has a thunderous scowl on his face and crossed hands.

And starts slowly backing away from the container. Luckily, from the first glance at it, only a handful of berries are missing, not half of the box. He sighs a bit irritable and walks over to pick up the box.

"Wash your hands and go wipe the dust off the windows."

Ebony was more than happy and with a scared squeak, he's gone to the washroom. Ignis places the box on the kitchen counter and sighs:"Perhaps opening this wasn't such a good idea after all." He takes a bowl with a firm lid and starts transferring the berries. "I'll go bankrupt before the shop even opens."

It really, really didn't. And Ivory certainly seems irate.

"Bit dramatic, don't you think?" Noctis asked, before picking up another box and starting to transfer that fruit. Thankfully, it appeared to be untouched. Besides, it was just a handful, but still...

He notices Ivory writing something down before she flutters out the front. He raises an eyebrow, but doesn't question it. He knows better than to do so with both her and Ignis looking as if a storm could hit any second. That storm being their tempers.

"He deserved it," Ignis pushes his glasses up with the back of his hand. "I warned him on multiple occasions before arriving here not to touch the baking ingredients. Three strikes," he closes the container with a loud -click- "and you're out." He gives Noct a small smile and opens the fridge to leave the berries in.

"So. Any suggestions on what else I should bring in?" He pauses for a second. "To make the place seem cozier, that is."

Translated: what should he do to make people think 'it would be nice to take a nap here'?

Noctis says nothing on whether or not Ebony deserved it (he did; oh, did he ever). "Aaand yet he did anyway." Gee gee, moogle. You angered the man who knows how to kill with a pen.

He pauses as he contemplates it a moment, humming as he places the container he was packing into the fridge. "Actually..." He starts, having contemplated bringing this up to them at some point, but was now really a good time? Eh, screw it. "I've been thinking of opening a place nearby. A hangout for locals and otherworlders alike." One where they could meet together that wasn't, well. The Center. "Kind of like a lounge with a nap corner? But with a meeting area upstairs."

The Curti Center, he knows, is supposed to be neutral ground, and yet... he has the feeling the others don't see it like that.

He wasn't going to kill the Moogle with a pen.

Only limit his intake of kupo nutbutter.

A lounge with a nap corner. That sounds so much like Noct it hurts. Ignis ponders for a moment, wondering where Noct could put his plan into work. "You will need a big space for that," Ignis says packing the flour bags in the cabinets. "Have you looked for the locations?" Not a lot of people like spending time at the Curti Center, Ignis included.

"There is some space on the second floor of this coffee shop that could be turned into a napping place," or secret hideout, "but I suppose you're looking for something a bit bigger."

Either way, all it meant was Ebony dun fucked up.

It's a relief to know Ignis was already on the same page. He tries not to mention the fact that he'd been thinking about this for about as long as he'd been piloting, but... "I have. The place attached to here could work." It would need just as much in regards to renovating, not to mention cleaning. His nose itches at the thought of it.

"I figure a small library upstairs wouldn't be a bad idea, either." Especially for a secret entrance to a hideout. Cliche, but it works.

"Ah. That is the first place I was looking at when I was searching for the place for the coffee shop," Ignis says, straightening up and leaning sideways on the counter, facing Noct. "I couldn't properly fit in the kitchen there, which is why I took this place instead," he motions at the kitchen they are in now.

"I could help you set it up- once I'm done settling in here that is." Ignis pauses, looking a bit thoughtful. Then pushes himself away from the counter and crosses his hands.

"The information gathering is the real reason why I opened the shop in the first place," Ignis admits as he glances over at the counter where pots and pans are. "I realized how much traffic these kinds of places have. Looking back at our time on Eos, all of the information we gathered about the surroundings and what is going on in the world came from the fast food restaurants. I..." he hesitates for a moment, "...attempted to replicate it."

Only not as fast food chain and more something of his style.

Noctis nods, listening. ...Huh. If he didn't know any better, he'd almost say Ignis sounds more like an Assassin. Yet he decides not to bring that up.

"And not your love of beans?" He teased lightly. "Color me surprised." Except he isn't. At all. He still had to joke a little bit, though. It's in the little brother contract. Noctis grows a little more serious though, placing a hand on his shoulder.

"Still gotta get the paperwork done. That, and," he frowns, "-I want to at least become a co-pilot first. Get a few more contacts around the world before I settle anywhere." Even if his lethargy doesn't approve of this. He's determined to at least make it that far. "Besides, what better way to spread word than a cup from here?"

Yes, that's his way of trying to support him. Free advertising.

Ignis is just doing his primary job- making sure Noct is safe and gathering the information. Even though the said gathering is a bit on the slow side. If he has to become an assassin for it then so be it. ~~He's done worse~~.

"I love the coffee, that is true. But I order it ground already." He gives Noct a bit of a teasing smirk with a quirked eyebrow, "I can't risk it being thrown out just because it has a word 'bean' in it." Yes, he's teasing you. What are you going to do about it?

"That sounds alright with me. If you need help with the paperwork, I can handle it." That what he's basically trained for. He might even haggle for the cheaper price on the price.

Good thing he's going to have help with that information gathering. Because Noctis really, really hates sitting back and doing nothing. One of us... One of uuuuus...

"Ugh, really should have seen that one coming." Seriously, when are they just going to... let it go? He rolls his eyes before getting back to work. At least for the time being. "Shame. Heard through the vine the beans themselves are cheaper in some cases." Also better freshly ground and roasted, but he doesn't actually know that part. Only rumors he's heard from people complaining about the coffee at the airport. "And I'll keep that in mind."

Like he wasn't already going to ask him to check and double check everything before he signs it.

He really should have. And the groan just gets a small chuckle from Ignis. If he did say 'when will you let it go' in sing-song voice, he would've gotten a small applause of approval.

"The roasting and grinding machine are a bit on the expensive side," Ignis says, putting things away. "Opening the shop is an investment in itself so I will have to wait for a bit before attempting to acquire those." Because yes, when you do it yourself feels somehow ten times better.

"In the meantime," Ignis pushes one of the boxes in the lower cabinets, "this will have to do."

Alas, he did not, because he prefers not to. Prompto brings out his nerdery enough as it is, okay?

Noctis pauses, and looks at Ignis. Was that a challenge he hears? Because he definitely could look up the price of the equipment if he wanted to~

He's pretty sure that is a challenge he can accept.

"Hm," he ponders on it, wondering just how much Ignis will flip if he did it. Maybe as a Starlight or birthday present? Decisions, decisions...

One Cup-o-Kawhee, please!

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