"Coming right up," she grins, and floats two bottles off of the shelves behind her with a wave of her wand. A little flick, and they pour themselves in equal measures into a glass. The black plastic stirrer mixes them together of it's own accord and she floats the glass over to him.

"I'm don't think I've seen you around here before. I'm Angie," she says, holding a hand out to him.