The smell of bread and cake wafted through the air. One of Pinkie’s trademark smiles crept across her face as she pulled another tray out of the oven. She carefully set it on the counter to cool, and took a deep whiff of the pastries melted to the metal.
The door opened, and Pinkie’s smile shifted from “content” to “friendly”, the difference being about two rows of teeth. She spit the oven mitt out of her mouth and turned to the pony. “Hi, Finnegan! First customer of the day! What can I get ya?”
The stallion’s brown coat matched the loaves of bread near the door. His eyes matched his clover cutie mark. “I’ll jus’ have the usual today, lass.” His smile matched Pinkie’s.
“Okie dokie lokey! Coming right up!” Pinkie dove under the counter and reemerged with a strawberry muffin. “Right up, get it?” Her giggle was just loud enough. She slid the muffin across the counter, her muzzle still beaming brighter than a flashlight. “I’ll put it on your tab. Have a great day at work, Finnegan!”
Finnegan chuckled softly. “Well how can’t I? I’ve got one of the best muffins in town to keep me going.” He winked playfully and trotted out the door. The window gave a perfect view of his first bite.
The oven let out a soft ding and Pinkie’s ear flicked. She shook her head; she had been so distracted by Finnegan enjoying the muffin, she had nearly forgotten to put in a new batch. She grabbed her oven mitt with her mouth and turned back to the oven, one ear still waiting for the next customer.