[h2]Mihama Yukiko[/h2]

The bell signifying that someone had entered the shop rang as the door brushed it, and Yukiko immediately sat at attention. They had a customer! There wasn't even any time to try and shove Koneko off the counter(which is what she had been worried about, but the fact that a customer had actually appeared was more important at the moment). No, all she could do was sit at the ready! ... Koneko sat significantly less ready, leaning back on her palms after she popped the last of her taiyaki in her mouth, ears twitching.

Yukiko opened her mouth to introduce herself and her shop, but the black-haired girl was quickly cut off by the boy's nonsense rambling. Tea? Why would they have any tea... She glanced to the side. No, shelves of basic magic supplies, folders of ofuda, racks of chalk... and to the other side some simple tomes and other items of a similar nature. Certainly nothing that would remotely indicate that they were a cafe. The name of the place was even 'The Magic Shop', why would they be selling tea?

"... This isn't a cafe," she said, despondent that her customer turned out to be someone acting much like her father after two much sake on a holiday who didn't want a problem solved or to buy magic supplies, "We don't make tea here."

Koneko folded her arms.

"I don't know why you'd think we would," she added, "There's a cafe down the road. Don't be cruel to Yuki-chan and get her hopes up."