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"A dozen bagels, half dozen coffees... or was it the other way around?" The pixie squinted at the smudge on her palm, "One needed oak milk? Maybe I'll get a dozen of both. Was it soy milk? I can't be fired for messing up a snack-run, right?"
The minotaur behind the counter extended his hand, palm out, "May untangle your instructions?"
The pixie nodded, placing her hand on his pinky.
The ink cleared, and she ordered the correct items.
