[Iona backtracks, with her tray under her arm, looking curiously at Holmes, sort of confused by the order. The scent of cinnamon is strong about her and there's flour under her fingernails that couldn't escape handwashing after rolling out dough for cinnamon rolls.]
Red... Oh, you mean red wine? Haven't gotten an order like that in a while.
[It is her fault that they never have a set menu, therefore people seem to order whatever they want.]
Well, if you're sure you want to order from a cafe without a proper liquor license...
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[Iona backtracks, with her tray under her arm, looking curiously at Holmes, sort of confused by the order. The scent of cinnamon is strong about her and there's flour under her fingernails that couldn't escape handwashing after rolling out dough for cinnamon rolls.]
Red... Oh, you mean red wine? Haven't gotten an order like that in a while.
[It is her fault that they never have a set menu, therefore people seem to order whatever they want.]
Well, if you're sure you want to order from a cafe without a proper liquor license...