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// Breakfast: 4 
// Story: Over-Night Dress-Up 
// by Ponyess 
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	“Hiya!” Pinkie Pie squealed, as I entered the Sugar-Cube Corner.

Naturally she was standing by the counter, as I arrived, as if somepony had told her, I was to come?  Since I'm new, it was natural to her greeting me, not just into the small café, but to Ponyville as well.  I guess I could go as far as to state it would have been unnatural for her, not to do it.  From what I recall, it is her very purpose, right along with parties.  Spreading joy is simply the same as Pinkie Pie.  That had been my impression, for as long as I could remember.

“Hiya, Pinkie!” I responded with a giggle on my voice, the mere sight of her mad me all giddy.

I just couldn't help myself.  But alas, why should I respond like this?  Ofhorse I knew her.  I knew her, just every other Pony in Ponyville.  That is with good reason, since there could be no party, like a Pinkie Pie Party.  I had recollections of partaking, I guess it made sense, but it is as if I had lived here for years?

“I'm up for a steady breakfast!” I pointed out, she would know since it's her part to know.

“Oh wait, it's the Cup-Cakes you're looking for?  The once with Blue-Berry?” Pinkie pie pronounced.

“Blue-Berry Cup-Cakes sound great.  Delicious, as always!” I responded.

“Here you go, the hoof-ful of my most delicious Blue-Berry Cup-Cakes, just for you!” she pointed out, as she slipped the treat over.

I just red the prices and slipped the bits over, but to my surprise, I apparently had more left, then I had expected.  I guess I had not taken into account where prices are right now.

“I'll carry the tea in, to your table, in just a few minutes!” she simply announced, as I walked into the small room where the tables are standing, awaiting me.

Walking into the room with the gentle and jolly clip clop in equine manner, though I am firmly on my hind quarters, I soon found a table by the window, looking cosy by my standards.

While sitting down, I incidentally look up, and out, only to see a light pink mare with a brightly lemon yellow mane and tail, though I guess it had the hue of neon, in my eyes.  Then something just clicked and I wave my hand at her, and she looked up, waving back, before stopping by.  Then I noticed she was actually approaching the door and entered the café.

Just as late as the other day, I would have referred to the colour of her, as skin tone, possibly a comparably fair complexion at that?  Just as I would have recognised her, but today, I'm a mare and so is she.

I could see her walk in the door, which I guess should have been no shock.  Meanwhile, I hear the tea water boil, as Pinkie finished preparing for my breakfast, while I had my first bite of the Cup-Cake I had chosen.  I had pulled the peel off of it, before I started chewing, since I did not like the paper in the food.  I guess I had become more accustomed to my life here, then I should have expected.  Almost as if I had lived here for years?

“Cup-Cakes?” I heard the light pink mare utter.

“I know, they're delicious, but it isn't your taste.  I cater for every pony in the village of Ponyville.  Baking and throwing parties, this is me, my place in life!” she responded, as she pulled out a small bag of pastries from under the counter.

Then I hear the distinct sound of bits landing on the counter, before Pinkie Pie collected them and counted them, even though she apparently knew.  It is Pinkie after all, what was I hoping for?  The mare soon moved out, after she had been promised tea for her breakfast.

I then hear the sound of her steps as the light mare moved into the room.  Apparently she is a Pegasus, which is fine by me since I had no preferences, not in the name of others. Even if I may have one for my very self.

As she entered the room, I soon noticed she had three lemon stars on her flank, and I realised she's Lemon Mane.  I knew her from before.  It isn't just from here, or an effect of being in Ponyville.  Nothing about how I got here either.  Just that I had not quite connected her name to her face until now, as I saw the mark.

There is something else about her too.  I just couldn't quite put a finger on it, until she approached my table, then sat down in the chair beside me.

“Hiya, Cup-Cake!” she greeted me, just before she slammed her pastries on the table before her.

“Hiya, Lemon Mane!” I responded, before taking a new bite out of my Cup-Cake.

“Nice to see you here.  I guess I should have expected to see you with these!” she then continued, pointing a hoof at my breakfast, as she indicated what I was having.

“I'm as crazy in them, as Ditzy is in her Muffins!” I just responded, keeping the giggle down to a minimum.

“Ah yeah.  Her love for the Muffins is legendary.  Isn't it?” she pointed out.

“I guess you could say that!” I responded, as I look at her proportional fore hooves.

Even if she is walking on her hind quarters, just like me.  She apparently used the gel on her hands, just as she did on her feet?  Doing so alone, means she is incapable of returning, but I guess I couldn't make a point out of it now.  She may have chosen to, because she wanted to stay, for all I knew.

Ofhorse, then Pinkie Pie came back with my tea, and thus interrupted me, as she filled my cup.

“Thanks, Pinkie!” I uttered, just as she left me with the pot on the table before me.

I could hear her tending the next customer, while the water was boiling.  Then she came back, pouring tea for Lemon.

“Thanks, Pinkie!” she bubbled over.

Pinkie just nodded, just like before, as she left us alone to our conversation.

Apparently Lemon managed to hold on to her cup, easily, as if she had years of experience, which may at first glance look odd, but then I realised, it had something to do with the effect of going here.  I could clearly recall several such incidents.

I should have been surprised, as Pinkie Pie hoofed me the Cup-Cakes, or the way she knew I was going to want them?  The same goes for Lemon, who should have expected Pinkie not to know she was going to ask for the pastries as she entered the café?

I then ate two of my Cup-Cakes in silence, while she munched happily on her breakfast.  Is this really what ponies ate for breakfast?  Yet, Pinkie was clearly making a living on it.  Ponyville isn't a large metropolis, yet she was doing well for herself here.

I may know she had never made the initial investment, the café did after all still belong to Mr. and Mr's Cake.

“These are delicious!” Lemon pointed out, looking at her last piece of pastries.

“Yeah, Pinkie Pie is truly good at this, even if I know, so are the Cakes!” I responded.

“Maybe you would like to follow me home?” Lemon enquired.

“Well, sure!” I just responded.

Then we left the place, as we had enjoyed the last of the breakfast together.  I guess I had never expected to see my old friend here, not under these circumstances?