"Seriously? With ketchup out of all things, after all this?" Jimmy Carter questioned the culinary choices of the man before him.
The man continued eating from a pile of cottage cheese mixed with ketchup and said, "Come on, Jimmy. You love dairy as much as I do; I thought you'd understand the value of this. Just give it a try sometimes."
"For Christ's sake, Nixon, nobody in the universe eats like that!" Carter complained. Richard Nixon raised his head and looked around the diner; every living human and pony who laid eyes on his breakfast looked terrified, confused, or sometimes even disgusted.
"Damn it, you hippies," Nixon muttered, "if you had tried it, you would be coming back for seconds!"
Carter then leaned forward on the table and said, "Okay, your questionable dietary habits aside, I do believe I have something-"
"It's called unique, Carter."
"...Okay, unique. Still, the reason I invited you out today is that I got a letter from the Equestrian Parliament for you. Mailed to me for some reason, and I'm here to hand it to you." Carter said as he took out an envelope from his briefcase.
Nixon drank from his cup of coffee, "and that's worth you calling me in the middle of my nap for breakfast together? You could have just got someone to send me the damn letter."
"You mean to tell me that you don't appreciate someone actually caring to invite you out for a casual meal?" Carter asked. "I have given you the cold shoulder for too long, didn't I?"
"No, good heavens, no, damn it. But I would appreciate you calling in a more humane time." Nixon explained, "you're lucky you didn't call yesterday night; I was having dinner with Kissinger and Westmoreland at Derpsia's. You know, meeting up for old times' sake. Also, how did the letter even end up at your place?"
Carter facepalmed, "That grey pegasus with crossed eyes tossed my parcel straight into my office window with your letter on it. I have to work in the dining room now from all the snow blowing in. My wife tried calling the local repair stores, but nobody opened up their stores since it was snowing yesterday."
"Jesus," Nixon responded, "how's Rosalynn, by the way?"
"She certainly got better and happier, that's for sure. She usually made cookies and cupcakes for our neighbors and the local schools." As he drank from his cup of tea, Carter said, "I helped her bake from time to time, even mediated in some neighbors fighting over an orange tree. White Tails is a nice place. You should visit more often."
"You're right."
"And, I know this may be painful, but... I'm glad you got over Pat."
"No, no, it's alright, Jimmy. It has been a year. We all gotta move on at some point." Nixon sighed, "she would have wanted that."
Both ex-presidents were silent for a long time.
Nixon then opened the envelope and read the letter, "seems like they want me to give a speech at the House of Commons."
"Great," Carter commented. "you want to tell them you're not a crook as well?"
"Oh, not again, you-"
"Relax, and, uh...it feels somewhat awkward to say this, but sorry for giving you the cold shoulder for all this time." Carter extended his hand.
Nixon shook Carter's hand, "never too late to say that."
As the two shook hands, a sound of glass shattering and screaming can be heard as a box labeled "coffee beans" smashed through the window behind them. The two ex-presidents turned to see the box on the ground, then turned their heads to look outside to see a grey pegasus with crossed eyes hovering and smiling awkwardly.
Carter was speechless while Nixon opened the window next to the table and shouted, "damn you, hippie! Stop breaking everyone's windows!"
The pegasus said, "oops...hehe, silly me."