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// Over Breakfast: 5 
// Story: Digi Poni 
// by Ponyess 
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	Ofhorce, this is my first time alone with my Pony.  We're to have breakfast, just the two of us.  It's the first of many, I was hoping.

“Seems to be a bright day.  Is that the norm here?” I pondered.

“Yes is it.  Since Rainbow Dash got the responsibility for the weather of Ponyvile, it has been.  She certainly knows her weathers.  Something the rest of us, down here on the ground are very appreciative of!” she responded.

“I wish she could have been doing that, where I used to live, where I came from. There is none tending the weather!” I pouted, before I brightened up, thinking of the situation, and with the one Pony I'm talking to.

Then Pinkie was back with  two plates of muffins, glasses and a pitcher of juice.

“Dig in, fresh from yesterdays duties!” she announced, as she put forth the breakfast.

“Muffins, for breakfast.  That's a first, but then.  It's my first day here!” I pointed out, with a strange smile on my face.

“Oh, yeah.  You're new here in Ponyville.  This is what I had intended for breakfast today!” she just responded.

“Yeah.  You're the first Pony I've seen here.  Even if I did see a Zebra, but she doesn't count?  She's not a Pony, after all!” I pondered, still with the smile on my face.

“Uh, that makes sense.  A Zebra truly isn't a Pony.  Is that by any chance Zecora you're speaking of?” she then blurted out, almost as if she had been there, looking at it?

“The one and only.  As if there were any other Zebra anywhere on a days walk from Ponyville?  She offered me a cup of tea.  Then she told me to see you.  Even if she did not exactly mention you by name.  That part was up to me, but then, I chose you!” I responded.

“Yeah, that Zecora.  That is Zecora, the one and only.  She made herself a Name for herself, she knows her herbs, and tea is made out of herbs, after all!” she concluded, as she was picking up the first of her muffins, peeling the paper wrapping of, from under it.

I gingerly poured up juice for the both of us, then peeled my first muffin, before taking a bite.  It was still delicious, in my somewhat humbled opinion.  On the other hoof, the shock only hit as I realised, I'm not just eating a muffin in Ponyville, but I feel the taste and enjoy it.  How was I to explain this to anyone, my parents, and friends back home, for a good starters?  I chose to ignore this, for good reasons.

“I guess this is my first Muffin of the day, and I have never had one, quite like this.  Maybe I need to come here more often?” I inserted in an uncertain tone, but with a happy smile on the ndge at the end.

“Since you're all here, I'd insist, if you don't mind me stating the obvious?” she then slipped in, taking the first sip of the juice I had just poured up, for her.

“I wouldn't miss it for the world.  Charing a breakfast with my favorite Pony, and having delicious Mufins, to top it all of, how could I turn that down?” I responded, not quite expecting any response to it.

I had found a Blueberry on the top of my pile.  There was apparently more of these, where the first came from.  Then it hit me, this is Pinkie Pie, after all.  This is among the things she had been known for, after all.  Even if we're talking of her parties, more than blurting the 'Fourth Wall Braking comments'?  I just nibbled on the thought, as I munched along on the Muffin, then the next, only stopping to have another sip of juice, or pouring up the next glass.

She just smile.