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Bottom of the Cup had come to Morgan free, but he was beginning to suspect it was still going to cost him money. Heâd hoped that it would be a turnkey kind of business, but the whole place looked like someone had read Edgar Allen Poe too many times and forgotten how to use a duster. Heâd spent the past five days scrubbing it from head to toe when he wasnât going through the contacts list trying to arrange for new tea delivery and wherever it was you bought magic supplies from. Heâd always collected his own but suspected that wouldnât be enough.Â
The door creaked and Hortense, the crow heâd nursed back to health which insisted on hanging around him despite his efforts to return it to the wild, croaked back at it in an almost sarcastic tone. In the middle of digging through a drawer that contained what he really hoped were eye of newt, Morgan grimaced. âUh, weâre currently only giving out fortune tellings. Tea will ⊠be available at a later date.â
     Thaliaâs eyebrows furrowed slightly as she stepped into the shop. Maybe the internet wasnât trustworthy anymore, as it didnât look as if it offered tea -- and she wasnât entirely sure whether it was open at all. Glancing up at the crow with a worried look in her eyes, she took a few steps further into the place as a voice caught her attention. âNo tea?â, she echoed, unable to hold back an amused laugh. âWell, damn. Lucky me. Here I was thinking I could get some special tea around here. Do you have any clue when it will be available?â














