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// Mount 
// Story: Book 1 - The Behemoth came to Canterlot 
// by Equimorto 
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"The usual," Lightning Dust said, taking a seat at an empty table next to the wall.
"You've been here less than five times and you've always asked for something different," replied Pinkie, balancing empty and freshly filled plates alike on her head and three of her hooves while moving around with a rubber ball under the unoccupied one.
"You know what I meant," replied Lightning, a little annoyed.
"I don't," Pinkie said, her unwavering smile nevertheless refusing to leave her face. "And I know whatever I bring you you'll complain that it wasn't what you ordered, no matter what. You won't even taste it before you say that."
Lightning still looked annoyed, but perhaps a little defeated. She crossed her hooves over the table and laid her head on them, looking away from Pinkie and towards the wall. "I don't know what's on the menu, okay?" she said.
"No worries!" Pinkie gave a salute, miraculously managing not to drop a single one of her plates. "I'll make sure you get something good, trust me." With that, she rolled away on her ball to deliver lunch to a few other clients, then Lightning saw her head towards the kitchen.
The pegasus huffed, and again went back to looking at the wall. The restaurant was busy, as it usually was, and enough conversations were happening at the same time for none of them to sound intelligible to her, not unless she really focused. She instead let them all blend together as background noise, and half closed her eyes as she waited for whatever Pinkie would bring her.
She probably wouldn't have to wait too long. Certainly not long enough to take a proper nap, and she didn't want to be found asleep. Though, all things considered, Pinkie wasn't the worst pony to be found asleep by, and no one in the restaurant seemed to care enough about her to notice if she wasn't awake.
That wasn't the place for a nap, though. Instead she just waited for Pinkie to come back, staring at the wall through half lidded eyes without really looking at it. The squeaky sound of the approaching mare went unnoticed against the cacophony of chitchat filling the room, but the smell coming along her way did cause Lightning to raise her head and turn. She felt a little less tired, too. Maybe lunch wouldn't be so bad, at least.