Located on the riverside of an area dubbed the Halfling District, directly between Neverwinter's Bustling train station, the port, and the city centre; on the very end of a row of more very slightly modern taller buildings, sat Cosie's Old Mill.
Cosie's Old Mill was a tea room built into two floors of, as the name suggests, an old mill. Specifically a flour mill. Left Remarkably untouched by the Hunger years before, it was a bright and charming establishment that had been around for years and generations. it'd actually been a tea room longer then it had been a mill even. But the name still stuck. The Old Mill was a cafe with a huge selection of tea blends, different types of coffee and today's cakes and pastries under their little domes. And its own water wheel on the outside that powers the place.
There was always a friendly welcome and space to sit. And at least one patron sitting with a cuppa or coming in for a sandwidge, or just ducking in to escape from the heavy to and fro of the station. but while it can get busy at times, it lacked the corporate cramped and loud clatter some of the more central grab and go coffee shops get at rush hour. It's small-ish, a bit old fashioned, a little bit new and local. and that's just how Mrs Cosie likes it.
While it catered to mostly Halving tastes, Mrs Cosie (as her mother and gran before her) strived to make everyone feel welcome combining halving hospitality with an algens menu and reinforced door frames and furniture. Mrs Cosie had even supplied fresh bread and hot drinks to volunteers rebuilding the city after the Day. And had modernised a little here and there, with ice boxes for milk, a selection of cold drinks, paper cups for takeaway drinks, a quaint little seating area on the street outside, overlooking the river; and more open inside of Wooden beams and whitewashed walls. But had resisted complete gentrification and retained the Mix-matched old furniture and homemade cakes. there's even always a jam jar with fresh flowers on every table so that it was still, well, cosy.
"I like to have another person waiting on and table cleaning and helping with pot washing to help everything run smoothly. I'll start you on that for today. Dale here,- (say hello, Dale! And that there is Florence on the till.) - Dale will ring the bell when there is a staying order . He'll tell you the number and you take that tray over to them." Mrs Cosie explained to Angus. Mostly all in one breath.
"Don't forget to smile! Well no you don't have to smile actually; just don't glare? Then, once they leave you clean their table, see? And bring all the cups and the like back to the kitchen. Don't worry, I'll cover the pot-wash for now. But now- Angus wasn't it? You seem a bright lad. and if you think it's the job for you dearie, then I'm sure we'll get you trained up for the till and drinks in no time!"
"Wow er thank you, Ma'am." Angus beamed.
"Oh no, no thank you, dear! I'm always glad of more hands. Now there's a room back here to leave your bag personal effects and that blazer in. It's a very smart one, that. Don't want anything spilt on it." Mrs Cosie continued leading him through to the back of the tea shop. He has to duck under the doorway. As promised, there's a neat tidy little staff area with pegs, a bench and a little bathroom. A cloak, two coats and a war hammer already hung up along the wall. It reminded Angus of the school's gym changing rooms. But without the stench of socks. Mrs Cosie starts rummaging through a tea chest of burgundy fabric labelled APE-RONS. Which turned out to be aprons, because she found one his size and handed it to him. It's freshly pressed and laundered, as if she'd known he was coming today.
"We don't have a uniform bar these. But hair needs to be either under a cap, off the collar or tied up, whicher your preference. (I don't approve of hats indoors personally, but there's matching caps and hair nets if you'd like.) Just with being around food and the like. And good shoes are a must, too. No pointy heels. Don't mix with the steps, wooden floors or the running about. You've no tattoos that are rude, have you? Oh tattoos and piercings in general are fine dear. You wait till you see Brenda! Just nothing offensive or with swear words. Or cursed items either please. You won't believe how many people around here will wear Necromancy amulets to look 'cool' and then wonder why they've a headache. And I do prefer it if you wear short sleeves or ones you can roll up. Just be clean and tidy is all I ask really." she corrects. "That bracer-?"
"It stays on ma'am I'm afraid." Angus said, automatically covering it with his other hand. He's hidden the Bureau logo. And it was a teansy lie as it does actually unclip nowadays. but he feels nervous without it.
Mrs Cosie nods. "So long as you don't mind it getting covered in soapy water then, love."
"Oh it's been through MUCH worse."
Angus rolls up his shirt sleeves and swaps his wizard hat for the cap. It's not too dissimilar to his usual fancy boy cap. With a flip of her wand Mrs Cosie makes a little name tag, witha little green 'in- training' ribbon appear on his apron front.
"I'm nearly always in the kitchen or the office if you need anything. Now, I think that's everything. Would you rather a spray bottle and sponge for wiping tables? Or are you more comfortable with a little magic…?"