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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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...

The quiet hum has Ignis focus on Noctis again. He can almost hear the gears turning inside Noct's head, trying to come up with something. Ignis is not sure what, he's not a mind reader but - he knows Noct long enough to recognize his -scheming- look.

"Is there a problem?" He quirks his eyebrow as he hands Noct another box to put in the fridge. He's closest to it.

Ah, crap. He's busted, isn't he. ~~Abort, abort...!~~

No, he can divert this. Make himself seem a little more innocent and totally not thinking of putting an entire month's salary into helping Ignis with his attempt at replicating the 'tipster' role back home.

"No, not really," he replies, taking the box and going to put it in the fridge. "Just debating what kind of theme for the lounge."

... Nailed it?

A little, yes. He's going to be suspicious around Noct for a bit, but then let it go. Because it's Noct. He trusts him not to do anything ~~too~~ stupid.

"Hmm... I would recommend rustic, but that is more my style. You should organize it the way you like it," Ignis says.

Not really. He just choose to let it go.

Be as suspicious as you want, Specs. He's not going to budge on it like he hasn't that he's already planning a commission a chocobo doll for Prompto's. (He's already accepted that even his half of the bedroom is going to be covered with their favorite avian friends.)

"Maybe modern with some rustic flair, then." Clean but cozy. Unlike what his and Prompto's room is going to be with all the chocobo pictures. Please get Prompto a scrap book.

Astrals damn it, Iggy; he's been avoiding that joke nooooo.

"It sounds like a plan then. Once everything is settled, we could do shopping over the weekend." It's when he works only in the morning on Saturday and has a day off on Sunday.

"I wanted to incorporate a fireplace here, but the shop is too small." Perhaps he could do it in the lounge? Crackling fire puts everyone to sleep very fast. Also, Yun'Aisha is said to have very low temperatures in winter. It could be very useful.

Also, the joke- it had to be done.

"Alright," he agrees easily. Besides, he's probably going to pick up a few pieces here and there and store them in the basement for the time being. If anything catches his eye while traveling. A fireplace, though. Hm...

"There was a decent spot I noticed on the ground floor." It'll take longer to open, but the payoff will be worth it. At least he thinks so.

"We could call Gladio to help us haul stuff." Because that's what the big guys are for. Right? And of course, Ignis is going to buy random decorative items himself. Couple of old books, picture frames and stuff like that.

"Then we could do it if you are up for it." The fireplace he means. It was just a suggestion, it's on Noct to decide whether he wants to install it or no.

"Sounds like a plan, Specs." Right. Totally what the big guys are for. Though he might also ask for gardening tips for... reasons. Gotta use the rooftop space somehow, after all. Books and picture frames would be awesome, though.

"I'll think about it. Still got plenty of time." Said the man before he jinxed himself.

There's no one better to ask for gardening tips than Gladio. Moving to Yun'Aisha really gave the guy a push for gardening, he seems to be enjoying himself.

"Indeed. We should focus on this right now. I can't open the shop with boxes still strewn around," Ignis says with a sigh and goes back to work.

"Yeah, that would be a problem," he agrees easily, rotating his shoulders once to get a kink out of 'em before continuing to help out. Which he does until all the boxes in the kitchen are unpacked and everything is where Ignis wanted. At some point, Ivory returned with a small carton of mixed berries that she placed in the fridge - replacements for what she couldn't stop Ebony from eating, and she'll refuse any sort of compensation if offered before fluttering off to doublecheck the other moogle's work.

...

There might be a very tired royal asleep in one of the booths after all is said and done.

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