That's the both of them, then. And yeah. Sadly, Alastor's right. This little place offers nothing of the sort.

As he enters the small cafe, the smell of botanicals is kind of staggering. He pays it little mind, since, immediately, he's swarmed by tiny fairies which usher him to a booth. Perhaps they'd do so for Alastor as well, or perhaps not. Regardless, he seems perfectly content to be pushed and pulled and coaxed into a booth.

As he takes a seat, and regards some little hand-drawn menu...

"Looks like they've rotated their stock since yesterday..." Meaning everything gave unknown effects. Exciting!