Peachy and I walked along the sunlit paths to the Student Union, during the trip we passed hundreds of students along the way, all moving in their own little groups.
“I haven’t been to the Student Union yet, what’s there to eat?” I asked as the very building came into our view.
“There’s a buffet of everything you can think of, and there are a couple shops and meeting places,” Peachy said, eyeing the Student Union building.
“Awesome!” I said, our target about thirty feet ahead of us at this point.
The two of us, along with a dozen other ponies, entered the building through its glass doors. Once inside, I saw four open areas on the first floor, all were carpeted, each with a couple couches and chairs surrounding a wooden table.
“Follow me, the food is upstairs,” Peachy grabbed my hoof and the two of us walked up the large staircase in the center of everything.
As we were about to reach the end of the staircase, the smell of all the wonderful cooking and baking food hit my, which in turn nearly made me fall down the stairs. We walked on to the second floor and I noticed that the buffet surrounded the entire room, which had to be at least 75 by 75 feet!
“Plates are over there, meet me back here in five, we’ll sit at that table,” Peachy pointed to a nearby table that sat by the glass wall that contained the staircase.
The two of us walked off and got trays, complete with a couple plates, but then went we parted ways momentarily, as she went to the salad bar as I headed for the baked goods. They had more sweets than Pinkie could ever imagine! hundreds of choices, and just as many options with the salads and other areas!
I loaded up my tray with pancakes, waffles, and a few other things I hadn’t seen before. I met Peachy back at the table we’d picked out. Peachy’s tray was much different from mine, hers was covered with salads and sandwiches.
“Like what you see?” Peachy asked, a smirk on her face.
“It’s amazing!” I said, a pancake halfway out of my mouth.
Peachy giggled and pointed at the pancake that was sliding out of my mouth, just in time for it to splat onto my plate. i blushed as I ate it more formally with some plastic utensils.
“So what was the whole thing with Pixel?” I asked after I had finished my pancake.
“Every beginner in the class gets a TV spot on one of the school channels, I was just one of the last ones to be assigned a time,” Peachy said through a napkin on her mouth.
“Cool.,” I said, I started on some of the newer things I’d picked up.
“I think dance gets them at the end of the year,” Peachy started the conversation up again.
“Really?”
“Yeah, that’s what what was playing when I toured the place at the end of last year.,” Peachy concluded.
We ate in silence, only taking occasional looks around. After a few minutes, Peachy broke the silence,
“So....”
“So?” I questioned.
“What?” Peachy was trying too hard to start a conversation.
“Okay,” I tried to continue it.
Peachy tensed up and brought her tail up over her Cutie Mark as she covered her head. I looked around to see a group of fillies and colts walking towards us, but they weren’t walking straight at us. They looked to be older and some had expensive looking jewelry and jackets on.
“Peachy, who are they?” i whispered her, too low for them to hear.
“They’re some year 5’s from my class, they always act like I’m nothing and that they’re better ponies than I am.” she said sadly.
“Darn, I can’t do anything Peachy, i’m sorry.” I said sadly, the group walked by us without noticing the covering Peachy beside them.
“C’mon Scootaloo” Peachy said, noticing that my tray was empty, “Let’s get out of here,”
“Okay,” the two of us took our empty trays to the revolving tray cleaning wall, once we dropped them off, we left the building.
We walked outside and listened to the rings of the bell tower, after only one ring we realized that we’d eaten much earlier than we had planned to. The two of us walked to the park and decided to watch a small team of ponies play frisbee.
Many of the ponies playing had sports Cutie Marks, but a few had dancing Cutie Marks, those ponies were the ones who were able to do the most with their bodies to throw and catch the frisbee.
“ That looks like fun,” I said to Peachy.
“I probably would fall on my face if I tried,” Peachy laughed.
The ponies playing stopped for a moment to take a break. Peachy and I were about to leave when one of the pegasi from the group walked over to us. She had cream colored coat and a dark purple mane that was down to her forelegs.
“Hey you, I see you have a dancing Cutie mark,” the older filly, probably a year four or five, said to me.
“Yeah, you too,” i said to her,she had a cutie mark that shuwedapony doing a twirl.
“Do either of you want to come and play some frisbee?” the filly-mare offered.”
“I’m alright, i’ll just watch,” Peachy said shyly.
“I will,” I said happily.
“Awesome, we’re on a fifteen minute break, my name’s Twirl by the way,” Twirl said, blowing her mane out of her eyes.
“Okay,” I said, looking over at Peachy.
“Just come over when you want to, I’ll tell the group about you...?” Twirl started.
“Scootaloo!” I chirped.
“Scootaloo, nice.” Twirl said as she walked back towards her group.
“Wow Scootaloo, you’re getting in good with some of the older ponies, that is probably a good thing.” Peachy said cheerfully.
“Yeah, hopefully,” I said, looking out at the midday sky.