It was only a little cafe area in a much larger space, but Xavin regarded his new domain with satisfaction. The espresso machine was clean and functional, all the supplies he needed were well-organized and close to hand under the counter or in the refrigerator. There were pastries prettily arranged in the glass pastry habitats. And, to top it off, he'd managed to find one of those cloth front-covers with pockets for pens and things - apron, that was the word! - in his favorite shade of purple.

And, since Illyana was certain the books were safe, he could settle with a book (allegedly a mystery, entitled And Then There Were None) while waiting for someone to decide that the cafe beckoned to them, as well.