[b]M[/b]adeline plopped herself down on a stump and peered up at her finished handiwork, the ornate wooden sign for the Nonsense Cafe, which was, in point of fact, an Inn. Removing her tall, pointy black hat, she pulled a rather large slice of watermelon from inside before setting the hat down next to her. Taking a large first bite, she sighed a juicy sigh. Magic was hard work, all that waving your hands around and remembering things. She would have to remember to take more breaks. Definitely. Moving forward she would take one break after starting a task, and ADDITIONAL break after half-completing the task, and then her usual break just before completing a task, possibly the most important break of them all. 

So long had she been magicing and breaking that the sun had almost set behind the marshmallow puff mountains and their marshmallow puffs. Snatching up her hat and taking only a few more bites of her watermelon, she threw the rind over her shoulder and gasped. It was almost time!

Raising her juicy hands and pointing her melony fingers, Madeline took a deep breath and closed her eyes. Waving her fingers, the hundred of purple bell flowers surrounding the hand-carved sign illuminated with a soft yellow light. Slowly the light spread to the blooms encircling the roof of the squat, cozy little wooden building. It had been difficult, finding a tree from which to carve the cafe in its wholeness. Some had suggested using MULTIPLE pieces of wood, but Madeline wasn't the type to give up and cut corners so easily. She eventually found one that suited her needs ... thought the locals had been a bit upset.

Elves can be so temperamental.

She'd carved day and night (with adequate breaks) until the whole thing was finished. She'd almost gone mad carving opening doors and lookie-through windows until she'd figured out the secret; alchemy. Now it stood ready, all that was needed was a customer ... and possibly some ingredients. In her haste to decorate, she'd forgotten about ingredients.

And decorate she certainly had ... admittedly a good portion of it NOT hand-carved. The interior, which seems ever-so-much larger than the exterior might lead one to believe, is rich in colours found in the night sky, over a background of, you guessed it, wood. It can host an infinite number of guests, plus 1, in its cozy, infinite number of rooms (plus 1, all hand-carved), though the common room will only hold 12, 14 if you're friendly, 18 if ye weird like that. Spacious, solid tables, comfortable chairs, a roaring illusion of a crackling fire, a 100% imitation stone hearth, and a number of fine couches that only sometimes devour their occupant. Do be less dramatic, they are JUST playing around.

But yes ... ingredients ... probably important those ...

Oh well, she was a witch, she would just figure it out. She may have been cursed with eternal youth after slipping bubble potion into the soup at the grand gathering, but she wasn't going to let her dreams escape just because she had trouble reaching the top shelves or seeing over the counter ... why had she carved the counters so high?!

Too late now.

She wove the very essence of shadow itself together to make herself a step stool to stand on.

Finally, with a poke of her finger, the completely-non-magical-entirely-powered-by-electricity neon sign lit up, proclaiming, in exactly two colours of neon, the business to be open!

EDIT: Proofreaded!