[Iona feels her right arm tingle... (It's full of magic; infused to the rest of her body and paradoxically separate. Bright, rainbow, alien, somehow it mixes with what's already there, the golden aura)

... But she ignores it, patting at a spot at the counter insistently and her hair bounces with each motion.]

No, no, I wanna make you something! I'm sure the professor will keep the office open for another two hours no biggie...

I'd hate for this to be your first time and for you not to drink something. It's been kind of a day and none of our other baristas are in today so it's just me!