[Angela sits with her chin in her hands and watches all these little objects move back and forth like those automatic Christmas illuminations, their subtle little corners that a regular pomegranate seed could fit inside. Despite being well aware of these fairies in theory, this is her first time meeting a bartender fairy specifically in person and it's not like she'd seen fit to check who precisely ran the bar before shuffling inside. The contents really do sound and smell the same from a distance even though in that size they look to the human Angela like artistic glass flutes. She holds up the finished glass, glad it expanded to a comfortable centered position on the napkin, and enjoys its weight in her hand, the light coming down from the ceiling onto the surface of the liquid.]

You got the ice just right, really nice. [She takes one sip before putting it down. Her shoulders are already wider than when she first came in, more open to conversation.]

I work in bridal couture lately. Sebastian's, maybe you've heard of his work. [A series of bridal boutiques with different locales and themes. Some catering to specific cultures, or climates, or even species.] It's pretty niche fashion, you know? So at some of our locations we don't actually offer a single big white Cinderella train at all. And I get where people who want it are coming from, I really do, it's something I wanted myself back then. [She says despite not wearing a wedding ring on either hand now, interesting.] But... [Her voice rises a bit as her frustrated feelings are coming back to the fore.] Would it kill them to check whether that's what we offer before coming in here?! [The irritation has taken her out of the moment - "here" obviously in context not the bar that's her actual location at present, but the boutique.]