(I think Idle's syntax got a little messed up there. )
"Must be fun, being a guard. Getting to talking to ponies all the time," Silverpine added, smirking. "Are you one of those desk-guards, or do you go on patrol?"
"Well, where and when was he supposed to be picking us up?" Icy asked, leaning against him.
[Tyrol and Co.]
Twas' a dimly lighted, but homely pub, the kind that you could find in any small town. The redoubtable trio found themselves sitting in corner, cider bottle already lined up on the table.
"Told you she wouldn't come," Tyrol said, as he glanced at the clock at the bar.
"Well, maybe she just had something to do before coming here," Lemongrass muttered half-heartedly.
Staccata, presumably was also sitting with them.