Harold stopped dead in the street, causing Julie to bump into the back of him. "No," he said. "I'm not going into a coffee house."
"Why not?" Julie rubbed her nose. "They serve a super variety of coffees and they have tea as well."
"Coffee shops never serve decent tea," said Jasfoup. "They lavish all their attention on Arabica this and Columbian that so when you ask for tea you get a bag of Typhoo in a stainless steelpot that hardly has enough water for a cup, with a tiny amount of milk, all served with a coffee cup so thick you could hammer nails with it and so wide the tea is instantly cold."
"All true," said Harold, "but this particular coffee shop has that woman who stares at me all the time."
"Maggie Russel?" said Julie. "She's all right. She just has a wonky eye."
"I know," said Harold. "It's wonky because she has a watered-down version of the Sight."
"Yes," said Harold. "She can see souls."
"Ah," said Julie. "That's why you don't like this shop then. She never serves you."