Sprout sipped at his coffee as he slid the keycard into the lock on the front doors of the precinct. The light blinked green, he pulled the left door open, and stepped inside.
He actually managed to do it; he got up, got ready, and got all the way here before Hitch woke up. He didn't want to take any chances and have Hitch perhaps change his mind at the last minute and have him continue to rest at his house. Taking a quick glance around the office, he went over to his desk, and sat down in his chair. Hitch hadn't done any kind of organizing of his deputy's work area, so it was as it had been left the way it had been when his mom had unleashed that monstrous vehicle on Sunny's lighthouse over two weeks ago.
Including the bottle of apple bourbon that had barely had two inches poured out of it. Luckily, Sprout had the foresight to close the bottle before running off to warn the occupants of the lighthouse, so the booze hadn't spoiled. He picked it up and put it back into the drawer that it had come from. Best save it for an occasion to celebrate with Hitch later on.
It felt good to be back here.
Sprout reached into his saddlebag, and came out with two items; his new smartphone, and a wireless charger that he picked up from the brand new Z-Mobile location downtown. He plugged in the charger under his desk, and made sure that it was on before starting to scroll through his phone. He immediately began to wonder how this device could be used here as part of his job. If their records could become even partially electronic, it would certainly streamline things around here. It wouldn't mean trip after trip to the filing cabinets if some of their paperwork became digital.
He'd talk with Hitch about it. For now, he wanted to perform 'desk duty' to the absolute best of his ability. While under normal circumstances, he and Hitch would take turns patrolling, so he would likely be taking care of things here in the precinct while Hitch spent most of his time out on the streets.
The red stallion took another look around the office, and figured the first thing he could do was clear out the complaint box. They were usually littering complaints, but having tourists in town for the first time in, well, ever, probably complicated things a bit. Getting up from his chair, he walked over to the box, opened it, and indeed found three cards.
"Damage to garden... Reckless flying... Complaint about the flight ban..." he recited as he flipped through the trio of cards.
Well, the sooner Zipp could be convinced to give some flying lessons, the sooner that third one could happen. He noticed that the other two were signed by the same pony, one Posey Bloom.
"You ever going to run out of things to complain about, Posey?" Sprout asked, talking to himself. Even before reunification, the earth mare was one of the citizens who frequented the complaint box the most. Some of Maretime Bay even referred to her derogatorily as a 'Maren', or somepony who complains. A lot.
He made a note to check with Posey about her garden, but as for the other two cards, one had already been handled, and the other one couldn't be dealt with yet until pegasi could fly more safely.
Welp, that was the complaint box taken care of.
Suddenly, an idea dawned on him. He went back to his desk and sat down, before picking up the wired landline in the back corner, picking it up and dialing a familiar number.
"Yes, hello. This is Deputy Sprout Cloverleaf, and I'd like to place an order for lunch carryout."