Devin grimaced and shifted the bag up higher on his arm. Rough burlap was all he felt and the sound of beans bouncing on metal filled his ears. Another weird blend, another attempt to get the robust flavors of the Sumatran beans he had going stale with the vibrant smells and acid from some Guatemalan he’d picked up for cheap, and on one hell of a drunken whim. Hell, at the end of the day he’d drink it if no one else would. Which wasn’t much recompense. He huffed, rocking his shoulder as the bag lightened, finishing and chucking the bag to a corner. “Ya know how they say to follow your dreams and all that shit?” he mentioned, voice loud enough to carry across his shop to whomever was standing and waiting for a coffee he should probably be making. “Yeah that’s all fucking rot. Do whatever sounds cool. S’how ya end up with the Panamanian Twist coffee blend and a load of folks hopped up on caffeine and wanting coconut scones.” He grinned, kicking on the ancient roaster and reveling in the sound of gears and the first smells of heat. “So you followin a dream or a whim?” he asked, turning to face the customer with a lazy grin.
Imagine Magnus being clumsy in the early mornings and everything just slips through his fingers. So he ends up using magic for a lot of stuff, because broken mugs are just not worth it. Until Alec goes "why are you wasting magic" and makes him get out of bed. But then he sees Magnus' in all his clumsy glory, so he just sits him down and makes Magnus coffee so he can properly wake up :D Just.. Magnus asleep on his feet.. ;)