Einstein wasn't a huge fan of artsy restaurants and businesses. They were always pretentious, and filled with pretentious people. But, they did make some good food, sometimes. You just had to know how to pick them. Einstein had picked the little shop more out of necessity than anything else. She needed to find a close-by place that wasn't in somebody else's territory, and with the Wave taking Downtown, most of her first choices were cut out. So the teacher had picked an artsy little place that was in TdS' extended territory. Maybe someday she'd actually convince the others to claim all of the South and it would be in their official territory.
Einstein sat in a chair at a table over in the corner, another chair set up for Pepper right across it from her. She had her coffee already in hand, and was sipping at it quietly while she waited. Although, really, no one beyond a few feet of where she was sitting would really know how much sound she was making, given that it was magically dulled to the point where a shout would come out as a whisper. She wasn't sure exactly what the other Councilor would want, so she hadn't put an order in for her. Better not to order than to order the wrong thing.
Supernal Vision P1, Control Sound P3