Candice's Creamery

You enter a small coffee shop by the name of Candice's Creamery. The scent of freshly ground coffee wafts past your nose and you also detect a note of something else in the air. It smells familiar, but you can't quite place it.

"Hi there-" The young barista behind the counter greets you invitingly. She looks like a bit of a hipster with her dyed, shoulder-length green hair, large glasses and septum piercing. She's wearing a black, full-length apron, trimmed in white with the coffee shops name embroidered onto it. "-what can I do you for today?"