It’s been over a year since we scaled Mt. Everhoof and successfully obtained Grogar’s bewitching bell. Ever since we came back to the lair, apparently search parties have sprung up again. The only teammates that have to worry about that now are Tirek and Spitfire. As for me, Aria, Adagio, and Svengallop, we can roam around as we please as long as we don’t cause trouble directly. And that’s a loophole I’m willing to exploit, since I am the most chipper out of all of us.
In the area close to the drawbridge at Canterlot, I hide behind one of the tall shrubs on the roadside as a unicorn baker passes by. He has a yellow coat, a blue mane and tail, and a set of chef’s attire. His cutie mark is hidden behind the saddlebags he’s carrying though. I peek out and wave hello.
The stallion looks at me and waves back. “Hello there young pegasus, and you would be…” he prompts.
I jump onto the road and point to my chest. “Don’t worry about me,” I reply in declination as I turn my hoof to him. “YOU look AMAZING in that chef’s hat!”
He looks up and blushes. “D’oh, why thank you there, miss. I’m on my way to the coronation of Princess Twilight Sparkle. Two other coronations are actually on the way too. There is SO much baking to do. So what are YOU going to do at the coronation?”
“Well…” I fake the appearance of thinking by putting a hoof to my chin as I already know what to do. I just have to get him to fall into… the trap. “I’ve been working on a little something, and you seem like the perfect stallion to provide the necessary feedback.”
He looks rather interested in what I have to offer, tilting his head then holding a hoof over one of his ears. That is the perfect cue. I start humming a rather basic and short tune that’s only nine notes and two measures long, making the stallion almost look like he’s about to fall asleep.
“Oh what a sweet little ditty… Sonata… I’m… sure it could be turned into something special,” he mumbles in an enamored tone.
“Great! Oh, and um, before you go… would you happen to have tacos on the menu for the coronation?” I ask, which confuses him.
“I don’t even know what those are.” This prompts me to whisper in his ear what a taco is, and he nods. “Alright. I’ll be sure to whip up something like that soon.”
“Sounds like a deal. See you at my place!” I smile when he turns around, and when he approaches Mrs. Cake on the drawbridge, he looks the other way, leaving her confused.
“Wow! I can’t believe just how well that worked. That was almost… too easy,” I quietly remark to myself as I start my way back to the lair. “AND I get breakfast as a bonus!” I pull down the air above me in accomplishment.