Cassie set her shopping bags onto an empty table in the Leaky Cauldron and dropped wearily into a chair.  She thought the world of Muggles, really she did, but spending any length of time in their London - particularly for shopping - could be nerve-racking.  Partly from the ever-present confusion of Muggle culture - despite her avid, if haphazard, study of the same - and partly from the strain of having to constantly remind herself not to use magic in front of anyone.

She'd figured the ell-cee was just the place to relax and examine her acquisitions until she either felt up to Apparating or decided she needed to brave the London shops again for even more inspiration for new 3W products.  The blue-haired (this week) witch reached into a bag and began to extract a variety of small toys and thin packets of elaborately-illustrated cards, puzzling over each one carefully before moving to the next.

"Can I...get you something?" a waitress asked, warily.  She'd approached the table slowly, clearly uncertain about Cassie's Muggle-style clothes and purchases.  Maybe she thought the Muggle-repelling charm had failed?  She must've been new, because Merlin knew Cass was in here often enough to be recognized - at least once every couple weeks - even in spite of her penchant for re-dying her hair just as often.

"Oh, yes, a Coca-colda, with extra fructose, and...er...a diode...and some Internets," Cassie replied cheerfully, though she'd run out of context-appropriate inspiration towards the end.

"Ah...we don't have any of those...I think..."  The confused young woman's hand strayed nervously towards the wand she had tucked into her skirt and fluttered there, as she realized she had no idea what to do with a Muggle who'd somehow managed to wander in.

"She's having you on, Jess...that one's no Muggle," chided a regular, chuckling softly.  Cassie stuck her tongue out at the man who'd spoiled the joke, then grinned up at the waitress unapologetically.

"Honey tea would be fine," she said reassuringly, though the wink that followed was rather less so.  Some people might think that pranking servers was just asking for nasty additions to your order, but Cass thought wait staff probably needed their days livened up as much as anyone - plus anything creative they did to her food would just be research.  The waitress stalked away, muttering to herself.

Having just gotten paid a measly sum for one of her latest projects, Lala was all up for getting something to eat. Anything, anywhere and asap. And it was only because the Cauldron was the closest om noms supplier on her way to Diagon, that she was currently headed that way. Truth be told she would've much rather preferred something from Subway, but that meant having to exchange currency...

It had been a horrible day so far, having woken up with a satanic hangover, for abso-bloody-lutley no other reason other than the fact that Mondays meant pajamas, a shit ton of regrets over the weekend that had just passed and a bottle of close-to-lethal alcohol to wash away the horror decisions in a string of otherwise shitty decisions that made up one Layla Styles' life. To top it off the current conversation she was carrying over the phone with Zero, kindly letting her know that he had just blasted a hole through the floor of her apartment, attempting some God knew what spell, was anything but helpful towards her goal of making her day better.

"I'm still here. It's just that what you said was so incredibly stupid, I think I slipped in a coma for a few minutes there" Layla said into the phone, grabbing the handle of the door that led into the pub. "And apropos of absolutely nothing... That blondie you were with last week? Yeah, her boyfriend's looking to dragon kick you in the throat, you—" aaaand that's when magic kindly decided it was time to shut off all electronic devices, as she stepped into the venue. "Well, balls" she loudly swore stepping into the pub and letting the door close shut behind her with a bang. She shoved her iPhone into the pocket of her jacket and sat down at the closest table, swinging her bag on the chair right next, with the force of Hulk and the sense of direction of a one-eyed, one-legged, inebriated eighty year old.

She scowled as her bag obviously hit the floor, deciding she couldn't find a single damn to give about it as she sprawled the top half of her body over the table, resulting in a rather painful face plant. (Shut up.) "Ow" she cringed, turning her head to rest her cheek on the wood. She put her order in with furious rapidity and vegetated in her chair, waiting for it. She remembered once again about a hole—a damn hole in her floor. How do you even? No. "Forgive and forget? How about shove off, you're dead to me" she muttered, glaring daggers at her table.

Finally her game pie came, and she set to dig into it with the graceful manners of a caveman. But, just as she was in the midst of making possibly illegal sounds over the food, she doubled over at hearing possibly the most butchered attempted at the word Coca-Cola from somewhere on her left. She choked on her food, and stood up immediately, coughing and flailing crazily around, with her eyes almost coming out of their sockets. With a final intake of breath she managed to calm down and turned around with the fury of a harpy to address the issue of this, this—word criminal. "Did you just insult the internet—" but she was cut shortly, as she pulled back in surprise, recognizing... none other than Cassie Grimlish. "Cassie?! Yo, dawg! How've ye been?" her face instantly turned to a dazzling grin, her previous take on the situation all but forgotten. She turned around to pick up bag in one hand and her plate in the other, rudely setting herself up at Cassie's table without so much as a 'Can I?'