"I'm sure you will remember, just not yet. After all, time travel can be a tricky business, eh Doctor?"
Time Turner's glass of water slipped from his hooves and shattered in his lap. He didn't notice. "H-h-h-who t-told you to call me you th-that? N-nopony's supposed t-t-to know!"
Fleur smiled. "You did."
Now that threw him for a loop. No really. Time Turner just stared at her quizzically. Several minutes passed. A waitress awkwardly did her best to sweep the broken glass from in front of his crotch. Fleur ordered a martini and perused the menu. Nothing much else happened.
Eventually, Time Turner's face slowly grew into a smile. "Oh. I get it. I... get it! Oh brilliant. Oh brilliant you little scalawag you! Brilliant!"
Fleur responded with her own coy smile. "Sinking in Doctor?"
"I... Yes, yes it is actually. I... Wow, that really did throw me for a loop. Quite literally! A time loop! Oh ho, jolly! ...ahem. Sorry Miss Lee. I suppose this isn't the best impression. I, well..."
Fleur just tittered. "No it's quite alright. This is already the most enjoyable date I've been on in months, and it's hardly even been five minutes. But seriously, a time traveler? Well, that or you're named after your father. Actually, no, you specifically told me you were a shape shifting time traveler when I first met you... a long time ago. But really, are you? Please say yes!"
Time laughed. "Yes, yes I am. I usually don't tell people -ahem- ponies who I've just met but, well, I guess this isn't our first time meeting? I... feel the need to reintroduce myself." He stuck his hoof with several bits of glass embedded in it out as if to shake hooves. "I'm the doctor. And I must say that--"
"Uhhh, Doctor (and I'm going to call you that rather than Time Turner from now on.), you've got some glass in you. perhaps maybe you should go wash up?"
The doctor looked down at his barrel, then up at his hoof, and found that, yes indeed, several shards of glass had embedded themselves in his fur and, in a few cases, into his skin. "Ah yes, I probably ought fix that." With that, he promptly and oddly nonchalantly trotted off to the washroom to remove the intruders from his presence, leaving a thoroughly amused Fleur Dis Lee to ponder the most interesting turn her dating life had just taken.
When he returned, Fleur was munching on a salad which had unmysteriously appeared in front of her. "Ommf, Ah seeu yourth bach," she said, her mouth full. She chewed and swallowed, then took a sip of her second martini while her date sat himself back upon a fresh cushion, the one plastered with broken glass having been swapped out while he was gone.
"But seriously Doctor, you have soooooo much to tell me. I mean, a bona fide time traveller? Disguised as a clocksmith? It's just so, I don't know, refreshingly unpretentious and silly. You're just so silly! How can you be so silly?"
The doctor raised his eye brows. " First point: You're awful loopy for a girl who's had but one martini. I'm not as familiar with equine alcoholic tolerance as I am with that of humans, but still, you seem buzzed. Second point: how do you know I'm a clocksmith? Did future me tell you that too? Third point: You are... um, I forgot the third point. I'm sure it will come to me."
Fleur laughed. "Oh Doctor, you're a specimen. Of course I'm drunk. Or close anyways. Look, I'll tell you a secret. The guys I've been dating have been such tools, I've taken to drinking before hoof to make them that much less insufferable. Bad habbit I know."
"Expensive habit," the doctor muttered under his breath.
"And point two... what was point two? Oh yes, of course I know you're a clocksmith. You've lived in Ponyville for four years and a filly named Apple Bloom once harassed you with apples. Miss Matching Feelings briefed me before our date, like she does with every stallion I meet. What, are you telling me that you don't know who I am?" She leaned over conspiratorially as she asked him this.
"Well I know that you're Fleur Dis Lee. That's about all... Oh my apologies sir waiter. I'll have the... um... come back in five please? So sorry." The waiter shuffled off again. "Um, anyway, your name is about all Pinkie Pie told me."
Fleur lit up. "You've met Pinkie Pie?!? Oh my gosh! I love that chick. She be so cray cray!" Fleur made a cuckoo motion around her head with her hooves. "Seriously, there is so so so soooo much we need to talk about. But first dear, you should probably order. Food takes a while here."
"Ah yes, I should, huh. What are you getting?"
"Hungry!"
The doctor rolled his eyes. "I walked into that one didn't I?"
"Yes you did. Now order your food. I already did," she said as she took another bite of her apple pecan salad.
He perused the menu in front of him. "Ughh, so fancy. So expensive."
Fleur winced. "Hey, yeah, it's expensive, but it's good! Look, if you don't know what to get, go for the spinach pizza. It's pretty informal, and it's to die for. Trust me. Oh, and you should try the Fleurdeaux '89. Great sophisticated taste, for a sophisticated stallion, and I promise it's not just because I have a similar name."
The doctor just gave her a deadpan look. "Do I look sophisticated? Alright," he sighed, "Pizza and Fleurdeaux it will-- 127 bits?!?!? Fleur that's a day's wages! I can't afford that."
Fleur looked shocked. "Darling! Darling! It's on me. I'm paying. Sheesh, Pinkie Pie really didn't tell you much did she?"
"No, no she didn't," he admitted sheepishly.
"That's okay, it'll give us more to talk about."
"Okay, sounds like a plan." he replied. "So, um, what were we talking about? Oh, oh! Waiter, we're ready to order."
The waiter grumbled something about pushy patrons and trotted over to take their order. Then he took their order.
"Okay, Fleur. We do have much to talk about." He grinned a boyish grin. "And while I'm sure you're itching to ask me timey-whimey questions, apparently you already know a fair bit about me. So I get to ask first. Fleur Dis Lee, who are you?"
Fleur's chortled pleasantly. "Well..."
