Madeline had been standing behind the counter for only a few minutes when she let out a gigantic sigh relative to her little lungs. Why wasn't anyone here yet? Had the turtle put them off? Stepping down from her stool, and turning, she sat, only the tippiest tip of her hat visible over the counter. Resting her elbows on her knees, and planting her chin between her palms, Madeline sulked. Was she even ready for this? What was she going to do when the first person arrived and asked for ... well, whatever people get at cafes. What was she going to tell them?

Another heavy sigh shook her little shoulders ... she was going to have to get ... y'know, stuff. Would her hardship never end?

Straightening up, she peered around at the empty order counter, and the little empty kitchen behind it. If only she'd had the patience to hand-carve a fridge ... a stove ... could she carve ingredients? No, that was just silly.

[i]Well[/i], She thought, straightening up and pushing her hat away from her eyes, [i]no point putting it off.[/i] Standing from her little stool of darkness, she rolled the sleeves of her ornate little witch dress, black as the night's sky on one of those really really black nights, and held out her index fingers.

With a wave as small as it was mighty, Madeline summoned into being everything she would need to actually RUN a cafe ... well, except people to help. Say what you will, people generally frowned on suddenly poofing people into existence. Even just poofing someone from somewhere else wasn't usually well received. The best response she'd ever gotten was a little pat on the head and a thank you from a great big toothless man in a lovely, stripey jumpsuit, whose chains jingled when he ran.

Hopping up, the little witch held herself up on the edge of the counter, gently kicking her feet as she peered into the space behind. A little frown crossed her little face as she saw the groceries she'd summoned were all still in their bags on the floor. Unfortunately, it would have taken a wizard of far greater experience to cast a spell of organizing ... for some reason.

With her sleeves already rolled, at least she was ready for ... UUUUGGGGHHHHH labour. 

It took her well over an hour to put the items all into their places, decide she didn't like where they were, tear everything down again, move the fridge, move it back, and put everything back where she'd originally put it but swap the herbs and spices for the canned goods and basically same thing. Re-emerging from the kitchen, she waved a finger to cast a spell of refreshment, momentarily blasted with a refreshing magical breeze of cleanliness. 

Proudly stepping back onto the stool, this time it took only seconds before boredom literally FORCED her to faceplant onto the counter and begin wailing loudly, slamming her fist dramatically onto the lovely, hand-carved counter.