[Open - Irish Coffee]

[irishcoffee]

It's still strange to me, not being at the cafe all hours of the day. Arriving at five in the morning to start the day's baking, staying until past six in the evening to clean and right the place for the next day had been the rule.

Now it's the exception. Turns out, having someone to wake up next to in the morning makes leaving bed to mix scones the absolute last thing I want to do when the sun starts to lighten the sky.

Two assistants take care of morning and evening prep and cleaning. I breeze in around ten in the morning and head out around four when Jack comes by to pick me up on his way home.

Some days I don't make it in at all.

Today, though, I'm readying the cafe to welcome the equinox. Pumpkin spice lattes, muffins and breads. Hot cider and thick, rich stews will take the place of the chilled beverages and fruit from the summer.

Based on the smiles I see from the people coming through the doors and reading the day's menu board, the changes are welcome ones.

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[wizard4hire]

I was told that I should probably go to the cafe after all the weirdness with the change or switch or whatever it was that happened to me. I didn't know if this Maggie person could fix it but the people I talked to had assured me that if anyone could, it was her.

So either things were going to go back to normal or I was about to find out I was stuck here permanently. Or at least without the means of getting myself home until the town decided it was done with me.

Moving up to the counter I drummed my fingers on the table as I decided if I should order something to be polite.