Pasque is not allowed to have coffee. Ever. The results are historically… unstable.
When Pasque tricked Inga into supplying her with a cappuccino, a green-frocked girl’s eye twitched and she began to bounce off the walls, morphing first into a slime who oozed trails across the bar floor, then a panther who leapt up on the counter, leaving paw prints and arching its back and shoulders menacingly at Finlay, the barkeep (who is, at the moment, curiously stuck in the bewitched form of a parrot–if anyone knows any polymorph curse remedies….).
Inga races after Pasque, leading her zoo through the Brew
In Pasque’s path, chairs were tipped, floors scuffed, and glasses broken as first slime, then panther zinged from wall to wall, trailed by a walrus, a bear and a water elemental, sloshing puddles on the floor.
Afterward, Inga, Brytt and Pasque were joined by Archimedes, in from an evening of imbuing while Pasque collapsed into an exhausted heap on the floor, Inga mumbling and mopping.
Pasque made amends by offering her a slice of cake. Brytt and Archimedes made hasty retreat, fearing foul trickery afoot, but it was a rare moment of sincerity, and mage and chef sat and ate cake.
Pasque insists it’s not the same dried-up cake that’s been in her pockets since Tuesday.