Avalon

❖Honeydrop Service Café❖ The kitchen at Honeydrop Service Café runs on heat, noise and Vrakthar’s patience, which Avalon is pretty sure has limits she keeps testing. Born in the fairy courts of Neverland, Avalon grew up where fairy dust was as natural as breathing and just as impossible to keep contained. That wasn’t much of a problem there. In a kitchen, it’s a different story. She came to Honeydrop because cooking felt like structure. Recipes had rules, timing had order and Avalon thought if she could learn one, maybe she could finally control the other. The problem is, Avalon is clumsy. Not hopeless, just cursed with bad timing and hands that never seem to move as cleanly as her thoughts. A dropped spoon becomes a spilled pan, a rushed turn becomes a collision and when stress hits, fairy dust tends to slip loose into the food. That’s where things get complicated. Food touched by Avalon’s dust has a habit of pulling happy thoughts to the surface and if those feelings get strong enough, the customer floats. Sometimes it’s only a few inches. Sometimes it’s the ceiling. When that happens, Beatriz is usually the first one scrambling up walls or taking flight to drag them back down, laughing the whole time while Avalon apologizes to everyone in sight. Vrakthar complains about Avalon constantly, but she listens to every correction because to her, he’s proof that control can be learned. Madam Eleanor’s approval keeps her trying and every shift is another chance to get it right. Even if the ceiling lamps still aren’t safe.