Mister Carrot Cake had been tending the store, as we entered.
“What would you two mares like to have, this fine day?” he just enquired in a voice revealing more than just the warm friendliness of his, but an eager curiosity, just beyond the call of duty.
I was staring at the assortment of pastries, but in the end, I pointed at a Cup-Cake.
“That Cup-Cake!” I indicated, pointing with my right fore hoof, in a pony fashion.
“The Muffin!” Pinkie pie uttered, as she pointed one out with her hoof, just the same way.
“Anything to drink to that?” he continued.
“Juice, for both of us!” I responded.
“Pick a table, and I'll be out with it in no time!” she then concluded.
Walking to the table, no incident. Pinkie Pie in tow, bouncing slightly since it is little room for more. I picked a table by the window, intent on enjoying the day, considering the weather. Pinkie soon sat down in the chair facing me, as we idly stared out the window, waiting for Mister Cake to come over as he had promised. Apparently, he served by the table, while orders are taken in the front of the shop.
He soon came back, carrying the order on the tray carried on his right hoof as he gracefully walked to the table. Placing the glasses before us in order, then the pitchette of juice, then the Cup-Cake and Muffin respectively.
“Bon Appetite!” he pronounced warmly, before he slipped out and walked back to where he had stood, tending the counter, waiting for the next pony, who was eager to have her pastries served.
Of course, somepony had to keep this establishment open, even when Pinkie was on vacation. Wouldn't make sense, closing it down for an entire week, just because of her? They had managed before she came along and should manage, long after that.
We had both heard his hoof steps, all the way back to the place behind the counter, only at this point our attention had slipped, he's not why we're here.
I slowly picked up my Cup-Cake, peeled the thin white paper from under it, before I started to move it towards my mouth, taking a bite out of it, then placing it on the place where it had been resting as it had arrived. Chewing slowly, taking a sip of the juice, before I chewed out the remainder of the bite, then incidentally look out the window. That's why we had chosen the table in the first place.
“Look at that!” I whispered, indicating what I was looking at with a fore hoof.
“What?” she moaned, as she realised what it was I had been looking at, what I desired for her to see.
Then a giggle escaped her lips. I guess it would be unavoidable, considering what I had seen, what I had directed her to see. Of course, she's Pinkie Pie, what to expect? At least, she had not made any of the hysterically hyper faces? Maybe I should have expected her to, just as I fear I had responded similarly, had she pointed it out to me.
What's before me, is not just Filthy Rich, slowly walking by the window. There's nothing exciting about it. Just as it would have been no excitement, if he had merely had her walking by his side, but that's not what came before me. What I saw, is the black necklace, or to be correct, it's a collar, not too unlike what I had figured you may have for a pet, if it had not been so blatantly obvious in this case. It's a collar you wear in bed, with the special somepony.
Her collar is glistering black, nothing about it, it was newly polished. That was going well with him, or it is how I had imagined it. Now it is a full three inches wide, which covers the girls neck almost entirely. Not only that, this isn't a leather collar, but apparently made out of rubber. It looked as if it had been molded for her, but slightly tighter than I had expected, even for this? Besides, it is half an inch thick, all the way.
The collar may be sporting three diamonds, under her chin, but it is still what it is, a collar for a pet. Then my eyes spotted the leach attached to her collar, and he did hold it firm and short in the strictest of manners. Maybe this had gone well, had it been a pet, not his daughter?
I must confess, this truly did make my day. I then realised, Pinkie Pie had pulled out a camera, seemingly from out of nowhere. Then I just wrote that off, she's Pinkie Pie, guessing this was true, even now. I noticed how she snapped a good series of shots, preserving this for posterity, and for our future joy. The hilarity couldn't be allowed to slip us by.
Then I had also noticed what Filthy had dressed up his pet in. That's the latest fashion, for pets, that is. Both the quilt, as I think they call it, not a traditional saddle bag, designed for a proper pony. She was also wearing the hood, that goes with the quilt. Had I not been here, I had seen it as if it was for a pet pony, the kind you may consider riding, but this was Diamond Tiara, his very own daughter, his flesh and blood?
He had had her have a hooficure, her hooves all painted a bright red. Metallic bloody red to be exact, which did stand out. Yet, I imagine it did go with her general style, such as he had given it to her.
For her sake, if only it had been the common variety of hooficure? Yet, I'm thinking it isn't. There is something very different about it, even if the glistering surface could have supported the notion, but there was something more about it. The off bounce in her every step, as if there had been a new elasticity added to her hooves.
“That's the latest in hooficure for pet ponies. Makes the hooves soft, elastic, appropriate for having indoors. I guess he really did put his bits into this, even if it is his daughter and not a prised pet we're looking at!” Pinkie pie informed me in the matter of fact voice she had, when she had a fourth wall breach announcement.
Of course, by now he had long left us behind. There is no way he'd overhear us. On the other hoof, what'd he say, or think, if he had heard her acknowledge the effort he had put into his daughter? I guess that's the amusing thing, even if we never would know? I can live without it.
“I hope you got the best resolution, when you snapped the pictures?” I enquired.
“Yep, I sure did. I managed to slip it all the way up to the 25M!” she announced proudly.
“What, I didn't even know they had them available!” I gasped in surprise.
“Oh, but of course not. It's my private camera, not one of the flimsy once you buy in any store!” she then informed me.
“The best I saw, was able to reach 5M!” I uttered.
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