Morgaine sat bent over the Paradise Cafe’s coffee bar, probably making an amusing picture with the way his head was craned to the side, almost touching the countertop. The cafe’s doors were propped open, allowing a breeze to flow through the interior and spreading the aroma of fresh coffee and baking. No imps seemed to have yet made their way up to the Heavenly Embassy, so there was no risk of pests coming in and getting into the food. The afternoon rush had...