“Alrighty, kid. So uh, what did you say your name was?”

The purple-maned unreformed nymph, who had a purple cap on as well as a matching shirt and some shorts, looked up at the stallion behind the counter. She pushed her empty plate away and answered, “It’s nothing, simple; it’s Flutterwings.”

“Alright, Flutterwings. Who did you say you were waiting for?”

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