[The smell is distinct and appealing, and it's gotten one (1) wayward wind seraph to approach and poke his head in the door. He's careful not to lift the flaps, seems to move through the entrance like a wind itself, and sits himself down in the booth closest to the door. He doesn't seem to realize he's visible, so he sits back with one leg crossed over the other and slides his hat down further over his eyes. It's... a nice atmosphere, calming and it smells good too, to boot. Not like he's hungry or anything... Maybe he'd go for a drink but right now he's just chilling.]
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