[ Zelda is patiently waiting for her turn to order a drink, swiping through pictures of plants on her Sheikah Slate, when the distinctive sound of fairy irritation reach her ears. She hooks the Slate back onto her belt and looks up to see an unfamiliar dreamwalker on the receiving end of a frustrated, high pitched argument.
Oh dear. The tea fairies don't like to be criticized on their selection of drinks and baked goods. If this keeps up, this stranger is certainly going to end up with something unpleasant in his drink instead of black coffee. ]
Please, we needn't fight. [ Zelda approaches the counter to stand beside Lucifer, fishing something out of her belt pouch and handing it to the disgruntled fairy. ] You can take his suggestion gracefully, you know. There's no need to be defensive.
a drink to calm the nerves
Oh dear. The tea fairies don't like to be criticized on their selection of drinks and baked goods. If this keeps up, this stranger is certainly going to end up with something unpleasant in his drink instead of black coffee. ]
Please, we needn't fight. [ Zelda approaches the counter to stand beside Lucifer, fishing something out of her belt pouch and handing it to the disgruntled fairy. ] You can take his suggestion gracefully, you know. There's no need to be defensive.