First order of business, breakfast. There was this one place to go, and it was apparently called 'Sugar-Cube Corner'. Going there was a walk in the park, Ponies in Ponyville were more friendly than I had dared to hope. Any other day it would have been too much for my comfort, going my nerves on the first account, People were never this friendly, barely even if they had a hidden agenda. Apparently, this was a very different day, or is it the place and I who was changed? My old friends wouldn't have recognised me now, as a Pony and all that.
I think I closed the door, but who cares? Leaving the room where I had found it. Trotting off to the intended location. Apparently I even managed to find my way there.
As usual, Pinkie Pie, the pink mare stand behind the counter with a genuinely happy smile on her face, as if the sun had been shining through her eyes. This is just the kind of Pony she was known to be. The Café, owned by the Cakes, a nice and friendly pair of Ponies.
“Welcome to Ponyville!” she just beamed at me.
“Thanks, Pinkie Pie, was it?” I responded, looking at the available pastries, which seems to be a rich choice on me.
“You're quite welcome, thank you. That's me. It's a great place to see all new Ponies. A new Pony is a new friend to me. I hope you can find something to your taste!” she responded.
“Guess it is the perfect spot, since we all come to see you? Besides, you have the best Parties and Pony could wish for. Right now, I think I need three of these, some Orange juice with that would be great, too!” I pointed out.
“Yes, since every Pony come here, it is the best place, which is perfect by me. An excellent choice, coming right up. I take it you're eating here?” she enquired.
“Yes, that's the idea!” I responded as I watched as she picked out my choice of Pastries, the Blackberry Surprise Muffin and poured up the Juice, before she ticked in the price.
I poured the bits on the counter and she soon extracted them.
“Thanks, go right in and I'll serve you by the table!” she pointed out, pointing out the direction as she spoke, still with the excited smile all over her pink face.
“Thanks!” I responded, smiling back at her the widest I dared as I followed her direction to the table in the next room, then sitting down.
“Here you go. Bon Apetit!” she stated, as she served my breakfast, just as she had promised.
“Thanks!” I responded as I pick up the first of my Muffins, while she placed the glass on the table.
Pulling the paper off of it wasn't as easy as I'm used to, but I just have to get used to handling things with my own two hooves from now on. It feels strange, but not quite as unaccustomed as one may have thought. I guess it is more in my head, then in actual life.
I had followed her with my eyes as she walked from my table and back to her post behind the counter, awaiting the next customer, eager for a treat. I was almost feeling envious of all the Ponies who had been treated by her, and her employers, they had had the chance to have these any time, for years before I came here now. Only chance had graced me with this one chance, for as long as it would last?
Then another notion hit me, what if it is merely a dream. Not that I used to have this vivid dreams, or quite as pleasant either. This almost made me scold myself over the silly reaction of envy.
I had a bite into the Muffin, and everything was merely washed away by the joy she had hoofed me, a mere minute ago. Slowly chewing on it, savouring each and every bit of it.
I had noticed that several Ponies had been sitting by tables scattered all around the room, one by one they were filing out as they finished their breakfast, chatting vividly and discussion various topics. I did not listen to what they were saying since I found it rude, it simply isn't my thing to spy on them, or prey into their personal affairs. All the while, other Ponies were marching in with expectation in their eyes, just awaiting the treat they knew Pinkie Pie was about to serve them as she came to their respective tables. Exchanging words of greetings and cheers as she came by, serving what they chose to have for breakfast. It had been hard to impossible, not to notice, I couldn't just close my eyes, or fully ignore the mood of the room, now could I?
I didn't know any of these Ponies, but the mood is overly obvious, from a mere casual glance over. It is as much as I desired to afford them, knowing they had just about as much interest in me. Only Pinkie Pie had actually been interested, but it is more than merely her job to greet each and every Pony here. It's her call in life, spreading joy wherever she set her hooves. It had been obvious to me, just by the look of her.
Smiling to myself, I sit with half closed eyes, just chewing the Muffin I held in my hooves, enjoying it as if I never knew food before. Slowly swallowing and washing it down with a sip of juice. Little by little, consuming the joy I had before me. Doing my best to pace myself, in order not to run out of what little time I had with the Muffins she had so happily served me. Trying as best I could, pushing all conscious thought of time and anything outside of the room.
Only then the inevitable came to pass, the last of my Muffins had been eaten, washed down with the last of the juice. I smile at myself and the little attempt in escaping what I had known was to happen. Yet, still preserving the memory of the short moment in time.
Maybe it had been silly, every Pony know they can have another any time they want, just by stepping into the café and ask for one. I had not known this joy, just as I knew my time here may be shorter them I would like it to be.
Yes, now I had tasted it, knowing I wanted more. Only now, I have more pressing matters at hoof, so I walked out, waving a hoof towards the pink mare on my way out, drawing her smile in my direction.