[ Magic. She uses that word so completely unironically that Claude actually laughs, elbow on the table and chin in hand. If he should be slightly more worried about his current predicament or whether or not he can get out of here in one piece, he isn't.

This is just a little more color to his day, honestly. ]

Let me get this straight: I've found myself in a magical cafe, divorced from space and time, headed by an employee who hasn't a clue as to how the place actually works.

[ Still chuckling. ]

Have I missed anything?