Crystal looked around the room with no small degree of pride. Between Corvus' vision, Twitchy's magic, and Crystal's constant supply of caffeine, what had been a musty abandoned storefront was nearly transformed into a warm and inviting coffee shop. Crystal had almost immediately installed the espresso machine and bean grinder, and the smell of warm roasted coffee floated through the air as they woke early in the morning and late at night to prepare for their grand opening.
Twitchy had become especially fond of double-shot-dry-lattes, and consumed the caffeine at least twice as fast as the other two combined. Crystal watched the elf fly around the room in a blur, assembling furniture that Starbucks Corporate had sent over. She whispered to Corvus, "Should we be concerned at all? I mean, I don't know much about house elf physiology, but that seems like a lot of caffeine for someone so small."
Corvus shrugged. "She seems to be handling it well enough. She's certainly efficient."
Twitchy stopped, downed the rest of her latte, and then dashed to several boxes which she shredded open before rapidly laying out the parts of a half dozen disassembled tables.
"Is this, you know, normal?" Crystal asked. "For a house elf."
"No clue," Corvus responded.
Twitchy clapped her hands together. The table parts lifted in the air and assembled with a loud bang, before all clattering to the floor. The two witches jumped, gaining Twitchy's attention. She threw her wide-eyed gaze at them, and Crystal nervously flashed Twitchy a thumbs up while Corvus assured Twitchy she was doing an excellent job.
At the end of the night, Crys and Corvus raised the Starbucks sign into the window. Crys held her breath as Corvus flicked her wand, turning the sign on. The two stared up at the familiar green beacon with a mix of pride, excitement, and maybe a little reverence.