[Open - Irish Coffee]

[irishcoffee]

Maggie finished the chalk easel for the front of the cafe, embellishing the announcements of specials with sunny wildflowers and scrolled ivy leaves. As she walked it out to put on the sidewalk in front of the store, she stopped to let the sun warm her face.

It had rained in Faelan's Folly for a week - starting with storms full of thunder and ear-splitting lightning strikes until tapering off to yesterday's lighter clouds and soft soaking rain to last night's light drizzle.

She'd spent most of her off time during the week near the monument, the flat stone just off the park grounds that was, for all intents, the heart of the Folly. There were rumors about it, of course, some of them right on the mark. Not that she'd ever confirm it.

The monument was also where she rechared, reset her magic and reconnected with the elements that bowed to her. At midnight last night, she knew it was time to get back to business, back to herself, and move herself forward.

Maggie pulled water from a nearby puddle, rinsed the chalk from her fingers, and settled in to help her morning regulars get the caffeine they needed to start their day.

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[wizard4hire]

"I'll stop by the shop if I need anything," I told her. First thing I'll look for is an older style rotary phone since whatever is in the house is too new for me to use. I'll also need to get rid of the fridge, oven, microwave, hot-water heater and lots of other things. Then find replacements for them all. More stuff to keep me busy and prevent me from thinking too hard about certain things.

"Thanks for all the help though."

[irishcoffee]

"It's what I live for," Maggie smiled cryptically, her face giving no indication that it was, in fact, the truth. "I hope you enjoy your time here, Harry. It's a lovely place to live but just like everyone else, it's also what you yourself make of it."