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// Final Deliveries: 7 
// Story: Pinkie Pie buys a Human 
// by Ponyess 
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My saddle bags are filled to the brim, and I am satisfied with the catch of the day.

“I may have to order direct delivery of vegetables, from the farmers!” I ponder.

I have one bag full of vegetables, and another filled with baking supplies.  How long this will last me, remains to be seen.  I could but hope, I will not have to run around town several times each day; just to stock up on the supplies for the cafe.

Apparently, Twilight Sparkle had a little bit of shopping to do, herself.  I am running into her, stopping on her right side.

“Hiya, Twilly!” I exclaim.

“Hiya, Pinkie!” she responds.

“Nice to see you, out of your office and in the fresh day in Ponyville!” I continue.

“Yes, I do need some fresh air; aside from a few groceries for my kitchen.  Spike and I still do need something to eat!” she points out, in response.

“I am on my way home with the groceries, I bought for the cafe; now I just need some furniture, for the cafe and the girls!” I add.

“They would need a bed and a table with chairs; then you need furniture for the cafe, including the counter!” she responds.

“Most of which will be a bit heavy, and consume time to carry around!” I add.

“Quills and Sofas!” she mumbles, as the store is before us.

We promptly enter the store, examining the furniture inside.

“Anything I can help you with?” the owner inquires, halfway through the store.

“As a matter of fact, yes; I need a sofa, or two!” I respond.

“You have come to the right place, for acquiring a sofa; anything in particular, you are looking for?” he inquires.

“That one does look comfortable!” I respond; “I take one!” I continue.

“Two hundred bits!” he responds.

“Okelie, dokely!” I respond, counting the bits for him.

“Think you could tele-port the sofa over to the living room, of the cafe, Twilly?” I inquire.

“Shouldn’t be a problem!” she responds; ”I hope it is okay with you!” she then inquires.

“The sofa is paid for, in full; so I can’t complain, saves me all the effort!” he responds.

“One sofa, coming right in!” Twilight concludes; as she is tele-porting the sofa, directly into the living room, where the girls are waiting.

The girls are thrilled, while still surprised and a bit shocked by the sudden appearance of a new sofa into the living room.  After a moment, they chance it and sit down in the sofa; finding it comfortable.

“How did that sofa get here, and where did it come from?” Emerald exclaims.

“I don’t know, but if it is here; I can only guess, it is safe for us to sit in!” Amethys responds.

“Good enough, for me!” Ruby agrees “At least, now we have somewhere to sit, it was getting tiresome to just stand up and walk around!” she adds.

While the girls marvel about the sudden appearance of the sofa, I continue to the bed store; with Twilight in tow.  Her presence and cooperation is proving quite fortunate, to me.  I guess she just needs to practice her tele-portation and application of magic.

“These beds seem a bit short for my needs!” I comment, as I notice that no bed is more than five feet in length.

“These beds are intended for earth-ponies!” Twilight observes; “Maybe you could have asked Celestia for a spare bed?” she then jokes.

“Yeah, I guess I could have asked her, but her bed would still be a bit wide for my needs!” I mumble.

“The yak beds simply would not make due, you can’t make them comfortable for your girls!” Twilight continues.

“Oh, yeah; these hay beds!  While they smell good, the first few days, but they would not last more than a few weeks!” I conclude.

This is when the owner of the shop overhear our discussion and enters himself into the picture.

“Could I possibly be of some help?  If you have special needs, I am certain I could be of help!” he explains.

“Exactly the stallion we need!” I ponder; “Since it is your store, you would know what is available!” I respond.

“Yes, I would, indeed!” he chuckles.

“I need three beds, six feet long, and three feet wide!” I point out, in response; explaining the situation.

“Right this way, I keep them in the basement of the storage area!” he explains.

I follow the stallion with Twilight in tow, expecting him to take us to the back of the store.  Sure, we follow him into the storage and down a flight of stairs.  There are numerous beds lining the floor to the right and left.

“So many beds!” Twilight exclaims.

“Ponyville is booming, and I need to keep up with the business so I can serve my customers every need!” he responds, chucking in glee over his fortune.

“I guess that is the point, that is why I need to set up the cafe in the first place!  I need employees, and they will need somewhere to sleep!” I point out, as I am scanning the room.

“I have orders for beds, from anything, short of an Alicorn, these days!” he chuckles.

“Just wait; I may need a new bed, one of these days!” Twilight points out, poking the stallion with her right fore-hoof.

“That is something, I am looking forward to; just for the honour of delivering a bed to a Royal!” he mumbles; suddenly sobering up, from the merry mood.

“That is a very rare honour, particularly outside of Canterlot!” Twilight points out, with just a hint of giggle.

“Are these beds stack-able?” I inquire, as I see a group of beds, looking as if they were to fit the bill.

“That could be arranged, if you need them to be!” he responds.

“Either way, I take these three!” I point out, indicating the three I had selected with my right fore-hoof.

“One hundred bits each, but you can have the set for two hundred and fifty bits, Pinkie!” he exclaims.

“Deal, I take them!” I point out, counting the bits.

“I’ll throw in a set of pink bed-linen, just for you!” he adds, stacking the bed-linen, a pillow and a quilt for each bed.

“I hope it isn’t a problem, if I have these beds tele-ported to the intended location!” I add.

“Not really, you have paid for the merchandise!” the stallion responds.

“Okay!” Twilight concludes; just before the three beds vanishes out of the shop, only to appear in the bed rooms on the second floor.

“I took the liberty of making the beds, while I was at it!” Twilight then adds, as we are trotting towards the exit.

“I will need tables and shares, for the cafe; if it isn’t asking too much of you, Twilight!” I point out, just as the door to the shop slams shut.

“I think I can spend a few more minutes with a good friend, before I finish of my business on town!” Twilight responds.

“Thank you, Twilly!” I exclaim.

“Besides, I still need the exercise in applied magic, Pinkie!” she adds, quickly.

“Let’s see, what is next on the list?  I need tables and chairs; then I will also need a counter and display cases for the baked goods and other sweet foods, I intend to offer my customers!” I point out.

“Then we head for the table and chairs, first; your girls are in need of them right now!” Twilight points out, suggesting the direction.

Of course, even now with Twilight by my side; I do not stop waving my right fore-hoof at every pony and friend before me, and cheering them up as I go.

“That store looks promising!” Twilight suggests, as she is leading me in the direction of the store selling chairs and tables.

“If they sell chairs and tables, we could as well have a look inside!” I respond.

The doors are wide open; and the store is filled to the brim with exactly that, chairs and tables.  Some higher and some lower.  Most of the furniture is crafted out of polished wood.  Apple, oak, beech and a few other types of wood.  Durable and strong, as well as exclusive and fancy once.

“Think they have tables for humans, crafted out of apple?” I inquire.

“Wait, that entire section of tables and chairs are apple wood furniture!” Twilight points out.

On second thought, she certainly is quite correct.  This section is dedicated to apple wood exclusively.  Looks as if that is in the honour of the founding family of Ponyville, the Apples themselves.  Who still does live on the old farm.

“That table looks just right, for your girls; and comes with six chairs, that should be comfortable enough for them to sit on!” she points out, pointing at the table in question.

“While I only need three chairs, but I guess I could take the table; these chairs do look, as if they should be comfortable for my girls!” I concede.

“I could place a temporary, pink hologram on this table; while we are looking for the other tables you need!” Twilight suggests.

“Thanks, Twilly!” I respond; “That sounds good!” I continue.

With a quiet flash, a pink hologram appears on the table, looking like a pink pony dancing ecstatically.

“That should be easy enough to recognize!” she points out; as we continue searching for tables and chairs, for the cafe.

“No pony would put up a pink Pinkie Pie hologram on an item.  Not just to confuse me or hold it for later!” I agree.

“That table should be just right, at your cafe!” Twilight points out, pointing her right fore-hoof at another table.

“A dozen of these should indeed feel right at home, at my cafe!” I agree; “These chairs would be comfortable!” I add.

“Our visit in this store is almost at an end; but that small set of tables should be just right for that sofa, you bought earlier today!”she points out.

Twilight lights up new holograms on the articles I found for my cafe.  A few minutes later, a store clerk shows up by my side, asking; “How can I be of service?  Anything you need?”

“This set of tables, a dozen of these tables and that one table over there!” I respond.

“Three hundred bits for the table with six chairs, eighteen hundred bits for a dozen of the cafe tables and one hundred and fifty bits for the sofa table set!” he explains.

“Fifty bits per chair, makes two thousand and four hundred bits for the chairs!” he adds.

“Four thousand and five hundred bits, for the entire order!” he then concludes.

I count the bits and pass over the bag of cash to the stallion; “Is it okay if I have the furniture tele-ported to the location I had intended to use them?” I inquire.

“If you can safely tele-port this much furniture, by all means; you have paid for them, and it would clear the space for me, while it should save me the time and effort of having them out of the store!” he points out, chucking at his luck.

This is a fairly monumental sale on his part.  Not every day a pony buys more than a table and a few chairs to go with it.

The first table shimmers, while Twilight dissolves the hologram and tele-ports it into my kitchen.  The set of sofa tables is next, followed by the furniture to fill up my new cafe.  The holograms extinguished, one by one; as the furniture is popping out of the room.  A moment later, each piece of furniture is appearing in the intended spot.

There is a gasp, from my three girls; as the set of tables appear before their very eyes.

“Where did the table come from?  If I am not imagining that there is a table before me!” Emerald exclaim in obvious excitement.

“It came out of thin air, we all walked exactly where the table is standing now!  Yes, the table is there; alright!” Amethys responds, as she is patting the surface of the table with her right hand.

“At least, Pink did find a table, for us; maybe she is bringing home the food and beds too?” Ruby suggests.

“Even if we have been stuck here, waiting; it seems Pink is far better, than the griffons who previously owned us!” Amethyst points out.

While the girls are amazed by the appearance of a table in the living room, I follow Twilight to the next store on the list.  A few minutes of trotting with Twilight, we enter the store.

“Greetings, and welcome to my store!” a mare exclaims, as I enter the store.

“Hiya, I need a counter for my cafe, and a few display cases for pastries and baked goods!” I respond.

“That is exactly what we have in this store!” the mare responds.

“Apple wood counters?” I inquire.

“Right this way!” the mare exclaims.

“This one does look good, should be stylish enough for me!” I respond.

Twilight places a holographic Pink onto the counter; watching the miniature pony bounce around, joyously on the counter.

“That is a fancy little trick!  You are Twilight Sparkle?” the mare responds.

“Yes, that is me!” Twilight responds, giggling.

“Full height, chromed, stainless steel cases, with glass walls and shelves?” I inquire.

“Right this way, please!” the mare responds, and we follow her to another segment of her store.

“Four feet wide, one foot between the shelves; this looks as if it should be at my cafe!” I point out.

“How many do you need?” the mare inquires.

“I take five of these!” I respond.

Twilight places a new holographic marker on the counters I had pointed out.

“Three hundred bits for the counter, seven hundred and fifty bits for each; that makes four thousand bits, for the counter and the showcases!” she concludes.

I count the bits and push the bag of cash over to her.

“Is it acceptable, if I have the items tele-ported, directly to the cafe?” I inquire.

“By all means, you have paid for them; if you feel competent to tele-port these to the intended address, who am I to complain!” she responds.

“I think I can manage these!” Twilight explains with confidence, as the first marker is vanishing; just a moment before the piece of furniture disappears from the shop.  The next moment, the item reappears in the cafe.  One by one, each item disappears; then reappears in the exact spot, where it had been directed to.

“I guess you have yourself a cafe to open, Pink!” Twilight points out.

“Yes, I guess I do!” I respond

“If you need any more home-deliveries, feel free to ask me tomorrow!” Twilight offers.

“Thank you, Twilly; I will be sure to remember that!” I respond.

“See you tomorrow!” she responds.

See you tomorrow, Twilly!” I respond, as we trot out of the store.

I bounce back to my new cafe, saddle bags filled with supplies and food; while Twilight trots towards the castle.

Once I reach the cafe, I slow down to a trot and stop before the door.  I unlock the door and step right in; only to close the door behind myself, quietly.  There is no chime, by the door; but I guess that could wait.

The counter is facing the door, with showcases to the right and left.  The showcases are empty, but otherwise fully operational; waiting for the pastries to showcase, for the eager and hungry customers.

I notice the tables, lined with chairs spread out on the floor.  This is exciting, and I do indeed have a cafe to open, in time for the rush of hungry ponies; tomorrow morning, now I just need something to sell in the showcases.

I negotiate the flight of stairs to the living quarters of the girls I employed.  They sit in the sofa, staring at the table Twilight placed there before I trotted out of the store in which I bought it.

“Hello, any hungry girls here?” I inquire, almost as their St. Claws would have exclaimed on their Christmas Eve.

Of course, we call the holiday Hearth’s Warming.

The girls just stare, but the attention is shifting from the table to me and the saddle bags I am carrying.

While they rise to their bare feet, I turn to the kitchen and unpack everything I am carrying.  Once the saddle bags are empty, I fill the fridge and shelves with groceries.  I feel their eyes glued to me, as I work my magic.

“A table and chairs!” Ruby exclaims.

“Food, tons of it!” Emerald fills in.

“Is any of this for us?” Amethyst inquires; skeptically, but with a hint of hope and expectation.

“For now, it is all yours!” I point out, explaining the situation.

“Are you trusting us, with baking?” Amethyst inquires.

“Yes!  By tomorrow, you will be enjoying the pleasure of seeing ponies smile; while you serve them, at the cafe downstairs!” I point out.

“Why does this feel so familiar?  I have never baked in my life, and I have never enjoyed to see ponies smile!” Emerald points out.

“I know I am not you, or pink; but I feel a connection, beyond being your property and pet, Pink!” Ruby suggests.

“The necklace, Rarity crafted for us!” Amethyst concludes; knowing the truth of it, as if she had already known it instinctively, all her life.