//------------------------------// // Lunch with a Big Macintosh // Story: A Mare's tale // by MapleTreeway //------------------------------// Twilight found herself outside of the Bookstore a few minutes after she bumped into the Red Stallion. Slightly troubled, she set out for the Café down the corner thinking a daffodil sandwich would bring her spirits back to normal. Yes, that has to be it! I'm probably hungry... the Mare thought. … …... …. …. ….. …. ….. “Table for one please,” Twilight said to the Waiter. “Right this way, Miss Sparkle,” was the response. The Waiter brought her outside the clustered Café to a table with two chairs just outside of the garden. The table was up to Twilight’s chest and the chairs were up to her knee – a perfect height, both were. Twilight sat down effortlessly on a chair while the Waiter gave her a Menu and left. She didn’t have to look at the Menu to know what she desired, so she got out the newly bought book and started to read…. "I’ll take… this one please,” Twilight Sparkle said pointing to a book – A Mare’s Tale. “Hmm, you sure miss? This one brings nothing but big ol’ bad luck,” The Book Seller objected with distaste… Twilight stopped reading, astonished. “The book is enchanted,” she breathed. “What is enchanted?” somepony asked. Twilight jumped out of skin causing the book to fall on the floor. “Big Macintosh?” she asked looking up at him. “Eyup.” “You scared me.” “You scared me when you told me I was large,” he backfired. Twilight wanted to disappear, “I’m sorry about that, I guess we are now even.” “Eyup.” “Anyway, come join me, I could use some company.” Big Mac sat down on the opposite chair of her and asked, “Where’s Spike?” “You know Spike?” Twilight asked, her eyes growing large. The Red Stallion shrugged, “My sis talks all ‘bout ‘er friends.” “Really,” her eyes grew larger. “Why sure, I mean, she ain’t got anythin’ other ta talk ‘bout. Ta farm’s as borin’ as watchin’ Granny Smith knit.” Twilight sank back in her chair again, the whole time she was leaning forward paying attention to Big Macintosh. The Waiter came by and Twilight ordered a Daffodil Sandwich, while Big Mac ordered a cup of Lemon Iced Tea – the Waiter gave him a glare as he ordered. When that was all done, the Stallion started to strike up a conversation, “Sure’s nice for you ta let me join you.” Twilight laughed, “Oh it’s nothing Big Mac, anytime.” Big Mac just nodded content. The rest of the time at the Café went smoothly, both talking about their lives and either drinking or eating what they ordered. Twilight told him that Spike wasn’t feeling well and that he stayed home because he needed rest; Big Macintosh told her about Applebuck Season and how the Apple Family was preparing for it. Before they knew it, both were arguing who should pay for the meal. “I’ll do it, you’re a guest.” “No,” argued the Red Stallion. “I’ll do it.” “That’s highly unnecessary.” “It’s not.” “Yes it is! Now let me pay!” Big Mac leaned back and said, “Fine, but I’ll pay for ta next one.” Twilight stopped what she was doing, shocked, did he just say he will pay for the next one? “Fine,” she agreed shrugging. I don’t mind going having him for company anyway. The Waiter collected the money and started to clear the table. Rising, Big Macintosh said, “Next week at twelve?” “I’ll meet you here then,” the Mare said smiling.