One Cup-o-Kawhee, please!

[regalblaze]

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:

Bring in your own prompt here! Don't be shy! Anything else you want to play out at the coffee shop!!

Feel free to post top comments yourself!

Comments

[sonoftenebrae]

[Ravus just raises an eyebrow. Ignis may have ambitions about running this shop front and back on his own, but he can only be in one place at a time.]

Give me a moment to change, then I'll see to the register. You man the kitchen, and whoever has the free hand can wait.

[If Ignis won't dump duties onto Ravus, Ravus will just have to take them until they find a good balancing point. It's a credit to Ravus' resolve to assist him that he does not filch one of those cakes from the display. Today, he is a paragon of professionalism.]

[regalblaze]

Of course, take your time.

[...Is Ravus going to boss Boss around? Because it seems like it and, honestly, Ignis needs it. He's trying to pretend that he can keep up with everything that is going on in the shop, the front, the back, managing the suppliers. There was a moment where he thought he might not be able to pull through all of this, that opening the cafe is too much work but- they are here.

And Ravus is supportive of this endeavor Ignis took upon himself. Maybe... he should pack some of the mixed berries tarts later for him?]

[sonoftenebrae]

[Ravus became High Commander for a reason. He's willing to push and take charge when it's needed, and ignore orders if they are dumb orders.

He snorts and goes to change in the to uniform as quickly as he can. He ties back his hair as he's walking out of the restroom.]

Now we are ready for business.

[It's probably too soon for Ravus to claim a place here, but better to be a successful 'we' than to let Ignis work himself to death alone.]

[regalblaze]

[Ignis' orders aren't dumb! It's just... a suggestion. Of sorts. He had expected to do a lot of work in here by himself so to have Ravus lend him a hand in the front, Ignis finds himself with a lot of "free" time. Maybe he should ponder on tomorrow's cake of the day.

When Ravus comes back to the front of the store, the first thought of his look is that they will attract a lot of female customers. But then he realized that his thoughts are entirely too inappropriate for the workplace and gives Ravus a nod.]

That we are. I will see how things are in the kitchen [Ebony] but don't hesitate to call me if anything comes up.

[sonoftenebrae]

[True, Ignis' orders are rarely dumb, just...not always in perfect focus when they involve himself. And he might really need those glasses of his if he thinks that the sight of Ignis in his uniform will attract any less attention than Ravus does.]

I will, but I assure you I can manage.

[Ravus gets about two customers in before he has to call for Ignis.]

They keep using sizes that aren't on our menu! [He complains as he pushes open the door to the kitchen.] What in the hells is a 'Venti'? Can these buffoons not read what you wrote on the board?

[regalblaze]

[Work comes first, Ignis comes last. Most likely a very bad habit but it's something he's used to doing and it falls under "normal" for him.

After that, Ignis sets off to plan a new filling for the tarts, getting blackberries and blueberries ready to make a filling, when Ravus busts in, making Ignis quirk an eyebrow.]

Ah, they must be requesting sizes that are in the more common chain food restaurants. [Maybe he should add that to the list...?] 'Venti' means twenty ounces or five hundred and sixty grams of the drink. Hmm.. perhaps I should've gone with the standard chain restaurants measurements.

[Wait- did Ravus yell at the customers about it? Ignis didn't hear him but...]

[sonoftenebrae]

[Ravus didn't yell, but he did turn and walk away from the customer giving their order incorrectly.]

That...they cannot expect to take their order if they use an incorrect measurement. The fault is theirs. [Ravus does not subscribe to the 'customer is always right' mentality. He would prefer the grams or ounces. At least that was precise.

His jaw is set stubbornly, but he shakes his head at Ignis.]

You need not change the menu. I will translate their idiotic orders to our sizes.

[Although if Ignis wants to come out and make sure Ravus isn't scaring customers off, Ravus won't blame him.]

[regalblaze]

[Oh dear. The customer must be staring angrily at the door now for being left hanging at the counter.]

I suppose they use 'venti' because 'grams' doesn't sound very appealing. [Honestly, even Ignis would feel weird for ordering "500 grams of coffee". Then again, he usually sticks with canned Ebony so there are no problems for him.]

Would you? That would be great, thank you. [Ignis says as the oven dings, announcing that the batch of pastries is done.] I would have to climb to rewrite everything on the board. [He bends over to pull out the pan from the oven and then places it on the counter.]

If they are being stubborn, just show them the board.

[sonoftenebrae]

There is nothing wrong with saying 'large' and 'small'.

[It's just grumbling, and Ravus turns back to the door to head back out to the main floor.]

As it says on the board....[The door swings closed as Ravus begins to educate the customer on the proper sizing of their drinks.

There's a stretch of relative peace, and Ravus takes gil and delivers drinks and baked goods without causing too much stir. The next time he pushes into the kitchen, he is in the process of unbuttoning his coffee-stained shirt.]

Estoc attempted to help with delivery. I need to change, and then I'm sending her to 'hand out fliers'.

[He means giving her a task to mask the fact that he is exiling her from the shop until his shift is over.]

[regalblaze]

[No, there is nothing wrong with that and Ignis can feel Ravus' pain. Maybe he should make a special batch of blueberry tarts to treat him. Dealing with customers can test one nerves.

And Ravus never had much to begin with.

When the man was storming in the kitchen again, Ignis was in the process of decorating a batch of wild berry tarts- something he's making for the first time today. But he gets his attention from it to look worriedly at Ravus.]

Are you alright? Did the coffee burn you?

[He's instantly grabbing a towel and getting it under the cold water.]

[sonoftenebrae]

[Ravus keeps stripping off the soaked shirt, though he pauses momentarily as he catches sight of the new tarts. No, focus, work to be done.]

I'm fine, it didn't hurt. [His left arm literally burned off of him back on Eos. A coffee with milk and whipped cream already cooling it barely registers after that. Ravus waves off the concern. His chest and stomach are a little pink where the drink landed, but there's no real damage.

He will take the towel, though.]

Do you have baking soda I can borrow? I want to put something on this shirt before the stain sets. I'll take it home to wash when I go.

[Does Ravus care more about the pristine state of their uniforms than on his bodily state? Yes, he does.]

[regalblaze]

Perhaps, there's still a burn mark.

[Ignis snatches away the shirt from Ravus' hand and hands him over the cold towel for the burn. It doesn't look bad, he can see, but it could still be uncomfortable. No need to feel the pain if you can heal it up a bit.

...Ignis tries so hard not to laugh so he fakes it as a cough. Or tries to. Which makes him sound a bit weird.]

Ravus. You just asked a baker if he has baking soda. [He quirks an eyebrow at him and shakes his head.] Don't worry about this, I'll handle it. Here.

[He goes for the tall cabinet where he decided to keep spare shirts for these exact reasons. Accidents happen. He takes one, clean and crisp button-up shirt, and hands it over to Ravus.]

[sonoftenebrae]

[Ravus presses the cold cloth against the heated skin just to stop Ignis' worrying.]

It's nothing. I barely felt it.

[His face goes red.]

Of course I know you have it. I meant, can you spare it?

[Don't think he doesn't realize that Ignis is laughing at him. He pouts scowls as he takes the shirt and tugs it on.]

Never mind. I'll leave it to you.

[regalblaze]

[Ignis is still amused by Ravus' expression but doesn't laugh. He does bite the inside of his cheek though to stop himself from laughing.

And he's very pleased to see you are using the cold towel. Good, good.]

As I mentioned, do not worry about it. When you're dressed, however, [Ignis packs up the shirt in a bag that goes back to the house for washing,] would you mind giving me your opinion on these?

[He means the tarts he just finished decorating when he walked in. He pushes the tray for selling to the side and pulls over a plate with the same tarts that are for eating.]

Would you mind giving it a taste test?

[sonoftenebrae]

[Ravus hesitates, trying to decide if Ignis actually wants his opinion, or if he is indulging Ravus because he knows about Ravus' sweet tooth.]

If my thoughts would be beneficial...

[Ravus does very much want to try it, so he decides to take Ignis' request at face value. He picks off one of the little meringue decorations to try, then a berry, before finally taking a bite of the tart itself.

Even if he didn't respect Ignis and want to help him with his cafe, Ravus would be willing to work these starting shifts just for the opportunity to sample the food. He's had little appetite since he tried and failed to bear the Ring, but Ignis somehow manages to bring the appeal back to food.]

You've a talent for cooking. These are perfect. Shall I bring them out to sell?

[regalblaze]

[If he's going to be honest- it is a bit of both.]

Of course they will be.

[Ravus has a rather specific taste in things, Ignis found out. And he knows that the man will be completely honest with him because he is just that type of person. He watches curiously as Ravus picks on the bits of the tart, tasting them separately before eating the treat itself. Ignis is happy when his food makes other people happy and if it helps them along the way- even better.

His face might not be showing it, but he's burning inside-out to hear what Ravus thinks.]

Thank goodness. [Ignis sighs in relief then smiles a bit. And that might be a bit of a flush at the compliment that he has talent. Don't pay attention to it, it's just the heat from the oven.] I have been working on the filling for a while but it wasn't working out.

Have no worry, I will take them out. [He leans over them to arrange them more appropriately.] I need to pick up empty trays from the displays as well.

[sonoftenebrae]

[Ravus snorts at Ignis' reaction. Did he really think he had anything to worry about? The man does need to come fetch the empty trays because his confectioneries have been selling out one type after another.]

Bring them out. Some of the customers have been lingering about while they drink, saying they want to know who made the food. They're curious about you.

[Ravus hadn't considered their idle curiosity worth interrupting Ignis from his work, but perhaps interacting with the customers will help Ignis see how good his treats are.]

They are strange, though. Be warned. They take photographs of everything with their devices.

[Their food and drinks, the displays, that disastrous moment when Estoc bumped him with the coffee. Ravus did not understand why on earth they needed pictures of that.]