Celia loved people in Auradon always making shit for her. She felt way more taken care of here than she’d ever felt back on the Isle, no matter how hard her dad sometimes tried. Still, the longer she was here, the more it seemed that people didn’t do stuff for her for free anymore. She was old news, and having to buy the stuff she had gotten so used to was taking a toll on her wallet. It was making her be more creative, searching for workarounds to things like dropping five bucks a pop on pumpkin spice lattes, and finally, she’d stumbled onto one as she’d been racing shopping carts through the grocery store with Nova Fitzherbert. The aisle with the pumpkin spice latte mix had practically called to her, and she’d tossed three of the cheap boxes worth in once she’d realized the labels promised her five lattes per box.
The only problem was, she’d taken a big swig of the stuff and it didn’t taste great. It was kind of lacking when she’d dumped some regular old milk in and stirred, too. She was going to need someone craftier than herself to show her how to make it taste like it was fresh out of Crownbucks, so she’d summoned Jane with a string of pumpkin, coffee, and crying emojis, intermingled with the letters SOS over and over again. As predicted, the girl had turned up in the kitchens not long after, and Celia had given her a real smile at that, not a hint of her usual mischief in it at all. “Nice of you to get here so quick,” she said. “I might have drank this whole box and turned into some kinda human pumpkin spice fountain if you hadn’t.” She held up the pumpkin spice mix for Jane to see what her urgent mission was, then added offhandedly, “How come they sell liquids in boxes anyway? Do you and your mom gotta do magic on it first for it to not like... soak through?”