30 days left...
Anon's POV:
Following Spitfire in tow, you both exit the hotel room in silence. To say that the silence was awkward was an understatement that you're pretty sure everyone has had in their life at least once. The talkative pony that you just came to know in the last couple of minutes has changed into a pile of boring and ordinary rocks.
To be honest it's actually quite fascinating that she could just shut-up like this. Normally a person with her attitude wouldn't stop talking. Now you’re not saying that you’d prefer a personality like that. In fact, you honestly love the way this pony knows when to speak and when to shut it.
Reaching the end of the hallway Spitfire and you enter the stairwell. It's at this time that you think it would be an appropriate time to tell her about the press ponies that guard this place like a hawk. "Hey Spits'?" You ask coming up with a clever little short form for her name. Well actually it’s not really that clever she's probably been called that like a hundred times by now seeing how easy it was to make up, but there’s no harm in trying right?
"Please don't call me Spits'" She retorts turning her head to face you. She didn't need to say anything else. Her look told it all, the 'please' in her statement wasn't really a suggestion more of a command. A command that you learned to not disobey in your short time in the RCAF. You chuckle at the times that you went against their words. The punishments you got were swift and severe, however at the end of it all you'd say that it was worth it. You know Bursten and the others got a good laugh out of it that's for sure. Nonetheless in the end she still said please and it’s the thought that counts.
"I fail to see how that's funny?" Spitfire comments as you both reach the bottom of the stairs.
"It's not, I just remembered a funny memory from back in the day." You reply, continuing what you were going to tell her in the first place. "Anyway, I suggest that we use the exit here under the stairwell." You state pointing to the exit behind the staircase.
"Why? Leaving out from the front would be much more efficient, seeing as the place we're going to is literally across the street." Spitfire questioned, a confused look upon her face. At least it's better than the expression you got before which was dread, hatred and fueled with anger.
"Last time I came here the 'press' followed me, so now their guarding the entrance. I get that their interested in my species and all, but this is a bit extreme." You state leaning up against a nearby wall.
"How do you know their still out there?" She asks halting in her current place and orienting her whole body to face you.
"Oh I don't know, maybe because I just came from outside." You retort quite rudely as you lift yourself away from the wall. Just to prove that you're right, you open the stairwell door to the lobby and lean out to glance at the entrance. Sure enough when you do you come to see all of the press ponies still there talking to each other while waiting for you to exit the building. Following your lead Spitfire poked her head out as well.
"That's nothing." Spitfire proclaims pointing towards the rather large group of ponies. "You should have seen how many press ponies were after me once they found out that I got kicked out of the Wonderbolts. It took me the entire morning to convince them to stop following me."
"You keep saying it like that." You comment as you pull back into the stairwell.
"Saying what like how?" She replies.
"You keep saying that this 'Wonderbolts' team is a huge deal." You explain, "from the way you say it, it sounds like it's the only thing ponies care about here in 'Equestria'." I don't think I'll ever get used to saying those words. You say to yourself as you lean back against the same wall as before.
"Maybe that's because it is a big deal." Spitfire answers all the while rolling her apricot colored eyes at you.
"Watch the attitude miss or you're going to hate living with me." You state with a smirk upon your face.
"Like I'm going to follow any of your orders. If anyone should be following orders it should be you. Seeing as I'm the one paying for todays meal." Spitfire finishes.
She got me there, not much I can say now. You state mentally.
"Which leads me to say this. We going or are we just going to keep standing here?" Spitfire claims pointing a hoof at the exit bellow the stairs. Your only reaction is to nod and follow her out the exit leading you back into the beautiful but cold city.
Starting the walk around the entire hotel -to avoid the press ponies- Spitfire speaks up. "Okay, I get that you didn't know what the Wonderbolts were seeing as you were literally defrosted a day ago. But now that you know, how could you just say it isn't a big deal?"
"For starters, all you guys do is fly up in the sky doing tricks and shit. It's not like you’re actually fighting anyone or in any real danger. To me the only thing that should warrant an applause is great shows or well fought battles." You comment. You’ve seen people back in your time do crazy stunts, but they never got more than ten people to watch. It's like 'Cool you can do stunts, now how about you go help your comrades overseas instead of flying loops here, ya cowered.'
"Exactly, that's why! Don't you get it? We put on 'great shows'." Spitfire responds, "We perform over fifty stunts per showing not many Pegasus can even hover that long."
"I just don't see how watching a pony do circles in the air is entertaining." Well that's actually a lie, back in your time if you saw a pony flying that would be quite entertaining. Nonetheless the entertaining part would be that it was a pony flying to begin with. "I mean why the hell watch when you can do it yourself."
Spitfire sighs at your response "I would like to see you do some of the stunts that I perform... Oh wait you don't have any wings!" She points out.
"You're a real asshole you know that." You quip back, however it's better that she's a complete dick then the alternative of just ignoring you. It looks like you’ve somehow managed to loosen her up a bit… just a bit.
"I learn from the best." She claims walking up to a building that looked to be a rather run down diner. Maybe it's supposed to look like this? You question yourself as you enter the diner with Spitfire.
"Back so soon Miss. Spitfire!" A pony called out as soon as you both entered the establishment. "And I see you even brought a friend along! Oh is this the 'human' everyponies been talking about." She claims walking up to you. Her face adorned one of the brightest smiles you have ever seen, how she managed to do it without external help baffles you.
Other then the outer worldly smile her tail and mane looked to be shining, almost like it was polished marble. Her coat was a nice shade of pink; it wasn't to light nor was it too dark. Her mane was a darker pink it almost looked like a type of purple.
"Well it seems you know me already..." You claim cheerfully, after all she didn't run away or tackle you with questions - at least not yet anyway, "...so who’re you?" You ask the silky smooth mare.
"I'm Cherry Lime, but you can just call me Cherry." The pony states before looking back over to Spitfire. "So I'm assuming you want the usual table Miss. Spitfire?" Cherry comments before she heads back over to the podium to take out some menus with her mouth.
As you watch the mare grab the menu in her maw you can't help but think, that looks pretty uncomfortable having a menu in your mouth. How is she supposed to talk like that? You continue to ponder the question as Spitfire responds.
"Yes that would be nice Cherry." She states.
Without further ado you, Cherry and Spitfire all make your way to the back of the building. While walking you take notice of the interior design of the diner. It wasn't really that different from the diners you had back then, however this one seemed to be specialising in races, more specifically Wonderbolt races.
I can see why Spitfire takes a liking to this place so much. You state rolling your eyes.
"Here you go Spitfire and..." Cherry trails off.
"Anonymous, you can just call me Anon." Cherry nods in agreement and places the two menus down on the table.
"OK Mr. Anon and Miss. Spitfire, I'll leave you two to check out what's on the menus today and I'll be right back!" She comments beaming her now signature smile before leaving you and Spitfire alone with the menus.
"She seems like a nice mare, I find that her positive attitude to be fairly contagious." You state as you pull up the menu and start to read it. From what you can see most of the items on here you can't eat, for example the flowers or hay.
Once again following your lead Spitfire picks up her menu as well. How does she do that? You question trying to look around her hooves for where she grabs onto it.
"Yeah Cherry is really the only reason why I like this place so much." She states "Without her here I don't think I would even consider coming here." Huh... I just thought it was the overwhelming amount of pictures they have posted up of you. You mentally retort.
Spitfire's POV:
Placing down your menu you look over to see the local human. To be more specific Anon staring directly at your hooves, "What’re you doing?" You ask.
"How the hell do you pickup items like that? I mean you don't have fingers like I do, so how’re you able to grip onto it?" He asks as he continues to stare at your hooves.
That's.... that's actually a really good question. You say to yourself. You've never really thought about it, it just kind of happens. "I don't know it just comes naturally." You state truthfully, why you were even talking to this hunk of meat was beyond your comprehension. After all he did cost you your job.
You could confidently say that ever since he jumped out of that big metal box of his you hated him. Maybe you’re holding this grudge on him a bit to harshly, but as of right now when the event literally took place a day ago, you could care less.
"Can I?" Anon asks holding out his hand towards you.
Rolling your eyes you let out a nice long sigh. "Sure knock yourself out, you claim reaching out your hoof towards him." Stallions they never change do they. They see one thing that baffles them and they have to figure it out. So you might as well humor the poor guy while he’s here.
Taking your hoof in his hands he starts to feel around it, no doubt searching for the answer. Nevertheless, you can't help but realize how soft his hands were. Unlike hooves he just had skin, no fur what so ever. So instead of getting the ice cold and rough feeling you expected to get, you were greeted by a nice warm and soft touch. What caught you off guard was when Anon flipped your hoof over and started to examine the soul of your hoof. Now most ponies wouldn't mind because they walk on their hoofs all the time, but you spend about a good 80% of your time flying. The big downfall to this is that it makes your hooves pretty -.
"senssssssiiiiiiittttttiiiivvvee!" you yelp out as Anon proceeded to press the soul of your hoof.
Out of reflex you pull your hoof away from the now grinning human. With your mind settling back down, you start to realize that you yelled out the last part of your thought.
"I swear to Celestia Anon, if you tell anypony about this you're dead." Surprisingly Anon did nothing to retaliate, instead he just continued to smile and pickup his menu. "You hear me, nopony." You claim brining down his menu.
"I'm not the one you have to worry about." Anon claimed pointing towards the end of the table. Following his lingering finger, you come to see Cherry stifling a laugh of hers.
"Don't worry Miss. Spitfire your secrets safe with me." Cherry comments chuckling to herself as she looks over the two of you. "So what can I get you guys to drink?" Cherry is quick to change the subject, something that you're eternally grateful for.
"I'll have a coffee." You and Anon say in unison. Looking over you can see him simply shrugging.
"Alright... two coffees, would you like some sugar?" Cherry states writing down the order and looking between you both again. Looking over to Anon you gesture him to answer first, however when he looks at you with the same expression you decide that you might as well take the initiative.
"Yes please." You both say once again in unison.
"That's just creepy." Cherry finally comments as she writes down your drinks, "You guys plan this or something?" She asks only for Anon to break the illusion.
"Nope, I guess were both just coffee lovers here." He states with a small chuckle. "Heaven knows we both need it after a day like today."
"All right then, two coffee's coming right up!" Cherry happily clarifies before trotting over to the kitchen. Once she’s out of sight you turn over to Anon to see that he's quietly laughing to himself.
"What're you laughing about now?" You state looking down towards the menu. I think I'll just go with the hay burger and the hay fries. You think to yourself as you position the menu towards the front of the table so it's easy for Cherry to pick up.
Anon recomposes himself as he as well looks towards the menu "Just how we both said the same thing at the same time even though we urged the other one to go first. Cherry was right that was pretty creepy."
"Just a coincidence, that's all." You retort.
"Never said anything against it." Anon claimed before mumbling to himself. "Why do they have so many inedible meals..."
Pushing his own problems away, you look around the diner. Today it looked like Cherry had it easy, there was not too many other ponies eating at this time. You’ll have to remember to ask her why that is, usually at this time the diner’s filled to the brim.
Glancing back, it seems Anon has figured out what he wanted, as he places down his menu on-top of yours. "So how did you find this place, in a city like Canterlot I would assume that there must be a hundred of places like this? Was it just a lucky draw?" He asks leaning back in his seat.
"Me and the Wonderbolts were celebrating after out latest show." You place your head upon your hooves as you remember the good old times. "I remember when I first entered these doors..."
Two years ago...
"Did you see the look on their faces when I preformed the thundering trot. They were all like 'he's going to run right into the wall' I don't think I’ll ever forget their expressions!" Soarin clams as he puts a little skip in his step. You do don't think you'll forget it as well; it was pretty hilarious not to mention cool to look at.
"That was nothing compared to when I made it rain rainbows! I bet most of the pegasi there didn't even know you could do that with rain." You roll your eyes at Fleetfoots boasting. While it was a spectacle to see, there is no need to stroke your own ego over it. Isn't being in the Wonderbolts enough?
You were all walking down one of the many streets of Canterlot. The ponies that you passed all asked for autographs and pictures, ones of which you politely declined. Today was not really a day to do those kind of things. All you yearned for was to sit down and have a nice meal before you hit the hay. It was then that you noticed a little diner at the corner of the street.
"Hay, that place looks pretty cool." You comment pointing towards said diner. It looked a bit run down with the sign being crooked and some of the windows boarded up, but nothing too bad as to not warrant your visit. However, just form the site of it you could tell that not many ponies liked the place. Then again you always prided yourself with trying new things out.
"I bet they serve the best hay fries there!" Rapidfire stated.
"And how do you know that?" Soarin replied to Rapidfires statement.
"Because it's always the sketchiest places that serve the best fries." Rapidfire claims with a smile upon his face.
"These places are also the best places to get your stomach pumped." Fleetfoot adds in her two bits to the conversation. As they continue to bicker about the quality of the diner you continue towards the establishment.
"Well let's just give it a try. If it turns out to be bad, then we'll just leave." You compromise. After all this place does look like it could use the bits. Who knows maybe one visit from the Wonderbolts is all this place needs to take off.
Arriving at the diner you push open the heavy spruce door. Right as you stepped in you figured that you picked well. "Welcome to The Golden Spoon diner!" The server quickly introduced, "My name’s Cherry Lime and I'll be your server for today. Table for four?" She asks not even flinching that the Wonderbolts are eating at her diner, I'm starting to like this more and more the longer I stay. You say to yourself as you nod towards the server.
"All right! If you would just follow me then I'll show you four to your table." Brining you all into another room you're surprised to see the place is almost packed. Maybe the run down look is supposed to be like this. You ponder to yourself as Cherry seats you all.
"So what can I start you all with today?" Cherry beams a wonderful smile towards you, one that you return with your own warm smile.
"Just some water for me." Fleetfoot orders.
"I'll have some apple cider." Rapidfire and Soarin both order.
"And I'll have a coffee." You state your desire.
"Sounds good to me. One water, two apple ciders, and one coffee." With that Cherry places the menus upon the table and takes her leave.
Two years later...
"After that we basically ordered a large tray of nachos to share. I will say however, that those were the best nachos I have ever tasted." You end the little tale of how you came to visit this fine establishment.
The whole time Anon was listening intently, "What about Rapidfire did he get his French fries?" Your puzzled look seemed to have caught his attention as he proceeded to explain what he meant. "You know French Fires, sliced up potato's? The ones you claimed he wanted." He questions, "there like little sticks." You just give him another confused look. "They could also be wedges." Once again you don't answer him, "How could you not know what French Fries are!" He claims.
"Do you mean hay fries?" You reply.
"What the hell are hay fries?" Anon asks becoming just as confused as you are. It looks like if you both continued down this road eventually you’d both be completely lost. So in order to keep the direction you just answer his question, assuming he meant hay fries instead of these 'French' fries.
"Never mind about that." You claim shaking you head, "To answer your question, yes Rapidfire did get his fries. He said that they were pretty good here. Although he did mention that he had tasted better. Some place in Cloudsdale took first place."
"Pretty cool first time story." Anon clamed as he looked off towards the kitchen. Following his glance, you come to see that Cherry was on her way out with both your coffee's in hoof.
Cherry places the two cups onto the table and takes away the two menus. "So what can I get you two to eat today?" She recites her normal question that she must say at least a thousand times a day.
"I'll take the hay burger and the hay fries please." You order.
"Alright and you Mr. Anon? What would you like to have today?" Cherry jots down your order and turns to Anon.
"I'll take the tuna fish sandwich, it looks delicious! It also says here it comes with fresh fruit on the side!" He claims a small smile making its way onto his face.
You on the other hand look at him with yet another confused expression. "Tuna for lunch?" You ask.
"Yeah, as I like to say it's never too early for a tuna sandwich. Well that and everything else on this menu I can't eat." Anon comments. His smile changing from a natural one to a sheepish one.
Cherry seems to deflate at this statement, but Anon seems to have caught the change. "Don't beat yourself up over it Cherry, I'm the only one of my kind here. It was bound to happen." With that being said Cherry picks herself back up and scribbles down the meal.
Having both the menus and her notes she walks back over to the kitchen. "I'm surprised that you ponies have tuna and fish on the menu. I thought that ponies are herbivores."
"We are, however some ponies like to have some fish once and in a while. That being said we don't go overboard and eat full on cows and pigs." Your face scrunches up as you think about somepony eating a cow or a pig.
"In my eyes killing a fish for food is the exact same as killing a cow or pig for the same purpose." Anon state truthfully.
"Yeah, but cows and pigs are sentient unlike fish." You argue back.
"Are you high? Pigs and cows are not sentient." Anon snaps back.
"High? What does my altitude have to do about this?" You question, starting to feel the confusion settle back in. Nonetheless it seems you have said something funny as Anon is now attempting to hold back his laughter. "Now what is it!?"
"Nothing, don't worry about it." Anon claims.
Anon's POV:
"Don't try and steer this conversation elsewhere! What's so funny that you have to cover your mouth to hold it in? Is it because I like to fly high?" Spitfire states. You however are still attempting to not let the giggles escape. Sadly, enough this statement only serves to push you over the edge. A pony getting high while flying, this is just too much! What would that even look like?!
With nothing even the gods could do you let the gates of laughter open. "Bwahahahah stop, please, you're going to kill me." You claim wiping a tear away from your face. If this laughing lasts any longer, it's going to start to hurt.
"Stop what! How do you expect me to stop, when I don't even know what you’re laughing about!" Spitfire yells out, it seems that you have crossed the line a bit here.
Attempting your best to get back to reality you cut the laughing down as much as you can. As much as it pains you to hold in all this laughter, you think that it would be for the best if you took this time to calm down. "Sorry..." you say out of breath, "just the way you worded it sounded like something completely different." With a couple more breaths you finally calm yourself back down. You don't really know why you laughed so hard at that when in hindsight it wasn't really that funny. Nonetheless you digress from the topic at hand.
"Care to explain? Now that you've somewhat calmed down." Spitfire states with an expression that could literally wound.
"Yeah, yeah... just give me a moment" You reply taking in some more mouthfuls of air. "Alright I’m good. At first I started to laugh because you thought that I meant altitude when I said you were high. Your response after that was the main reason I broke out into laughter." You comment truthfully as you bring you hot cup of Joe and take a nice long sip of it.
"What?! Does 'high' mean something else back where you came from?" Spitfire asks with a bitter and venomous tone. It's almost as if she spat the words out, Jesus this mare really needs to calm down. Maybe she has some anger management issues? Now that you think of it that would explain a lot.
"As a matter of fact it does. Back in my day if you said someone was high it meant that they were on drugs. You know like painkillers, weed, bath salts." You state in a matter-of-fact tone. Personally you didn't like giving lectures, but you think that this one was necessary.
Spitfire tosses that thought around her head for a while, however the confused and angry expression does not falter. "How in Equestria does the word 'high' have anything to do with drugs?" She questions. "Further more why would you even make that assumption!"
"It's just like calling someone crazy. Most of the time you don't literally mean it, it's just a figure of speech." You continue, "As for the little nickname it developed in my time, that's because most people when they took drugs felt like they were soaring or something like that. I myself never touched the stuff, couldn't even go near it with my military record."
After telling the mare about your point of view she seems to understand. Nevertheless, her understanding doesn't mean that she's any less pissed off then she was before. "Fine, I guess I can see where you're coming from, however it's still rude to accuse somepony like that and to laugh at it as well." She claims.
"Alright mom." You mutter under your breath as you go back to drinking your coffee.
"I heard that." Spitfire growled in response. Fucking ponies and their supper natural hearing. You say to yourself as you continue to down the last of your coffee.
Minutes pass by in what seems like hours, the conversation levels between you and Spitfire has reached an all time low. That being said you both seem to be contempt with just sitting there waiting on your meals to come. After all what else could you do? Every time you spoke up or said anything to Spitfire it always ended up with her yelling.
Either way you both are forced out of your thoughts when Cherry arrives at your table once again. This time however she carried two plates, one with your delicious looking tuna sandwich on it and the other with Spitfires burger with fries. What surprises you was she even had an extra cup of coffee with her, her skills in waitressing were already out matching the ones you saw back in your day.
As Cherry came closer giving you a better look at the food you noticed that the burger she was brining had hay instead of meat. Huh... I guess that's why she called it a 'hay' burger. I didn't think they would literally put hay in it! You comment mentally.
With that thought pushed aside for now, you watch as Cherry very skillfully balances the two plates down to the table before sliding your new cup of coffee in front of you. "And here we are! One tuna sandwich and one hay burger with hay fries!" Cherry beams. "Can I get you two anything else?" She asks taking glances in-between you two.
"No, we're good." You and Spitfire both say in unison once again.
At this time, you and Spitfire both turn to each other with determined expressions. "Could you please stop doing that?!" you both once again say in unison. All right... this is really starting to get weird. You admit to yourself as you glace back over to Cherry, one of whom is stifling a laugh.
"You two are like two peas in a pod!" Cherry claims as she steps back from the table, "well I'll leave you two to eat. Call me over if you have anything to ask!" She once again cheerfully states. With that over and done with she trots over to another table.
"You still think it's just a coincidence?" You ask, taking your attention away from Cherry and back to Spitfire.
"What else could it be?" Spitfire retorted.
"I don't know, maybe it's like some kind of weird magic phenomenon?" You admit taking a bite out of your sandwich. "Oh man is this good!" You moan as the taste of the pristine fish hits your taste buds.
"What like we were destined to bump into each other?" Spitfire claims rolling her eyes once again.
"I don't know I'm just think out loud here, trying to make some sense of it." You answer truthfully.
"Either way when this month’s over I'm kicking you onto the streets." Spitfire comments as she takes a large bite out of her hay burger. "In case you haven't realized I like to make my own path through life."
"Never said you didn't." You reply. Wow she really doesn't want to talk right now, you say as you take another bite out of your tuna sandwich. Then again if she acts like this all the time then I really don't want to stay chained to her for more than a mouth as well.
As expect once you and Spitfire had your meals in front of yourselves the conversations between the two of you vanishes. The food in your opinion was good, but it wasn't so good to stop you from conversing with the people -or ponies- around you. Nevertheless, time still ticked on and when the minute hand had made its way around the clock one half rotation you were starting to lean back in your chair with a satisfied smile upon your face.
Spitfire on the other hand was still going at it. Her hay fries and hay burger proving to be a much tougher opponent then your meager tuna sandwich. This however did not deter her from trying her fastest to gobble down the delectable entrée. It took nought but five more minutes before Spitfire was following your actions.
What surprised you though was that Cherry seemed to be on her game today. Within seconds of Spitfire finishing her meal Cherry was at the end of our table, the same heart warming smile etched onto her face. I wonder if she was born like this? You ponder to yourself aimlessly as Cherry proceeds to take the plates in her hoof.
“You two just want the bill now or are you thinking about having dessert?” Cherry states as she takes the two empty coffee mugs as well. The balancing she is currently doing could only be brought on by many hours of practice and many shattered failures.
“Yes please.” Spitfire responds, her voice coming back to its original tone.
“Alright I’ll be right back with the bill then.” Cherry comments as she leaves the two of you alone to chat about who knows what. Certainly not you because you look towards Spitfire expecting her to say something, but all you get in return is the same look mirrored back. Not wanting this to turn out anymore awkward then it already is you speak up first.
“You know if it weren’t for you being a completely different species; I could easily be persuaded into thinking we’re related solely on how similarly we act.” You comment finally coming to this conclusion after two partial days of observing. “And if I had to take a gander that’s why we hate each other so much.” You continue.
“And whys that?” Spitfire replies placing her head onto her right hoof. At this moment it looked like she would rather be anywhere but here next to you.
“Because the things people seem to hate the most is the things they seem to do the most.” You state rather whimsically. “And seeing as we seem to have the same response to everything, I wouldn’t be surprised if this is the reason we hate each other from the get go.”
“You want to know what I think?” A third cheerful voice spoke out between the two of you. Turning your heads towards the end of the table you both come to see Cherry. A piece of paper laid out in front of her, no doubt being the bill for todays lunch.
“Sure shoot away Cherry.” Spitfire states taking the bill into her own hoofs before looking at it. “It’s not like anything you say will really change our current out look on one and another.” Spitfire continues.
“Why so negative today Miss. Spitfire?” Cherry asks, putting her own opinion on hold for now. To you it came to a surprise that Cherry even asked that question to begin with. Not too many waiters back in your time would ask questions like that to their customers. Maybe in this time ponies are much more open not mentioning they can talk and think.
“It’s just one of those days. I went job hunting in the morning since I got kicked out of the Wonderbolts. Sadly, being skilled in avionics doesn’t really go well with another job other than flying.” Spitfire states.
“You got kicked out? What happened?” Cherry questions the orange mare.
“Remember back to the last time I came here?” Spitfire states as she pulls out a little brown bag.
“Yeah, you were worried if what you did to the hu…” As soon as she was about to finish the word Cherry get the knowing expression on her face. You on the other hand were just sitting back and enjoying the show.
“Yeah… well the Wonderbolts didn’t really take it as easy as you said they would. Next thing you know I’m called to meet with princess Celestia and receive a punishment.” Spitfire continues to explain. “What a punishment it was to; I now have to take care of this.” Spitfire finishes dropping the required amount of coins onto the table before pointing towards you.
“For your information Spitfire I have a name.” You claim crossing your arms.
Spitfire’s only response is to roll her eyes at you as she pushes the paper and coins towards Cherry. “Well it can’t be that bad Miss.” Cherry claims as she takes the paper and bits from the table. Just from her saying that Cherry is instantly on your good list.
“Yeah, it’s not like I throw alarm clocks at people’s sensitive areas.” You add in your two bits. Sadly, your statement went unheard by the two as Spitfire wrapped things up by thanking Cherry for her services.
“No problem Miss. Spitfire. It’s always a pleasure having you here.” Cherry then turns to face you. “It was nice meeting you as well Anonymous, I hope to see you again.” She states happily.
“With sandwiches like that you can expect me to drop by when I have cash.” You reply with an equally happy smile etched onto your face. With that statement said and gone you and Spitfire get up from your seats and head out of the diner and into the glorious city of Canterlot. Cherry’s statement from earlier never getting the chance to be spoken.