Heloise noted how freaked out Eliza looked. She doubted that many would be able to see it-Heloise knew Eliza like the back of her hand. As they waited in line, she answered the question about her work as if they were just having a polite conversation, even though Heloise knew Eliza hadn't called her down for the simple fact to ask her that. 

"its going good. But I need to get Lisa more prepared to battle difficult customers. Poor girl" Heloise replied, grabbing a doughnut and a hot chocolate, she sat down with Eliza, glancing about causally, as if she were just searching for something, tor as if she just merely wanted to see what was about Heloise was a stable sort of person, and she managed not to freak out too much about the news. Right now, she had to come Eliza down. She let Eliza go to the bathroom, and calmly sipped her drink, and bit into her doughnut. By the time Eliza had returned, she had finished the doughnut, had chocolate smeared around her mouth. 

Heloise watched a couple of girls eying her with a mixture of disgust, and envy. Heloise never cared what she put into her mouth-She could eat anything, and still keep her figure. It made several girls envious of that, the ones who would count every morsel of food that they ate. Even if Heloise didn't have that ability, she would still eat whatever the hell she liked. Food was just that good. She brushed at her mouth with a napkin, and gave the girls a toothy grin. 

As Eliza sat back down, Heloise leaned close, weaving a quick spell despite the danger to make it so they wouldn't be over heard. This talk was just as Dangerous anyway. "El, We are going to do what we always do. We have never openly shown our abilities, and have never revealed ourselves before. But we will protect the innocent, protect our fellow witches, and those falsely accused. This will not be like it was before. We can not let it be, cannot let whole magical lines disappear like back then" She said all this calmly, without a hint that she was joking, or a hint that she was even panicking. "Have I ever let you get yourself in to serious trouble before?" 

Heloise frowned at this, then laughed, "Well, that's besides the point. Have I ever let you get yourself killed?" She changed the question, continued, "If we were accused, we would have the whole town behind us, battling to save us. You know that" Although Heloise wasn't so sure about that, she sounded confident, "We are too well known in this town" She shrugged, and finished her drink. "We will call the coven , have it at my place. We will also secretly send out feelers to find other witches, and work out what to do" 

She gave Eliza a smile, "Don't worry. We will be okay" 

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Samuel was cooking up a customers meal when he was called out. He groaned, usually when someone wanted to thank him, they were sent into the kitchen. So why was he being called out? He knew of one reason, and this got another groan out of him, as he quickly served up the meal, giving it to a server. 

Samuel would be the first to admit that he was distracted, but never, never, had he gotten an order wrong before. Nor did he think he had as he was called to the front, and greeted to the yelling of a customer he had seen around before. He didn't need this, not today. Still, he approached the situation calmly. That is, until he reached the door of the kitchen, and heard the shout off "- this is the first time I've had a problem like this"

"Oh, the first time? My god, and you blow up like that? Jeez, I'd hate to see how you act when your girlfriend refuse's to have sex with you!" Samuel shouted back, not caring for once about the other customers in the room, or the staff, who he knew would be watching and listening. He had never blown up at a customer before. "That is, if you even have a girlfriend, and aren't paying that pretty young thing to go out with you!" He realised even as he said it that he may have gone a bit too far. 

He stepped back quickly, out of range of being hit, held up his hands, "Sorry, sorry, that was going too far" He said quickly, honestly, genuinely. He ran his fingers through his hair, cursing to himself. "Look, I'll be happy to cook you another meal. I'm sorry for the mistake. I...I've got some family issues at the moment, and I must have been distracted. Your meal is on me" 

He stepped back to go into the kitchens, seeing his workmates standing there, some shocked, some trying to hold back laughter, and he rolled his eyes at them, "Whatever those two want, its on me" He said wearily, "And I thought this was going to be an easy shift. Someone turn that damn TV off, I'm sick of listening to the news about the witch hunt" 

He turned to the customers waiting for their food, "I'm sorry as well, I'll have your meals out as soon as possible. I hope this hasn't ruined your visit here"