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[TheAmishPirate]

She turned her head and gave little Garion a sly smirk. "You could say we were wrestlin', kid." Well with each other's lips.

Silverpine on the other hand, reddened considerably in the interim, right up to his ears. There's just something maddeningly embarrassing about discussing PDAs with foals. "Uh... wrestling. Yes. You could put it that way." Shifty eyes.

Garion clopped his hooves excitedly. "Can we wrestle later? I've always wanted a wrestle. Miss Gwyn always says it's not right for a Lady, and she gives Mister Grills funny faces when he tries to wrestle with me." explained the colt innocently.

[Benson]

Garion clopped his hooves excitedly. "Can we wrestle later? I've always wanted a wrestle. Miss Gwyn always says it's not right for a Lady, and she gives Mister Grills funny faces when he tries to wrestle with me." explained the colt innocently.

Gear continued to lazily smirk at Garion and placed a hoof on his head. "Sure kid, I'm sure Silverpine here wouldn't mind being the demonstration dummy either. I'll show ya my pile driver." She clicked her tongue and winked.

[Orzel]

Rainbow attempted to hold in her gag reflex. "So Table for three? Don't worry. Garion eats free."

[Grif]

Gear continued to lazily smirk at Garion and placed a hoof on his head. "Sure kid, I'm sure Silverpine here wouldn't mind being the demonstration dummy either. I'll show ya my pile driver." She clicked her tongue and winked.

Garion clopped his hooves excitedly. "Can we wrestle later? I've always wanted a wrestle. Miss Gwyn always says it's not right for a Lady, and she gives Mister Grills funny faces when he tries to wrestle with me." explained the colt innocently.

"..." Silverpine deliberate plunged into a coughing fit, not entirely sure how to answer this. "*cough* Yes. Um. Maybe later, okay?" he finally croaked, turning quickly towards Rainbow.

Rainbow attempted to hold in her gag reflex. "So Table for three? Don't worry. Garion eats free."

"Yes, please. I'm sure Garion wouldn't mind some food."

[Lycan 01]

[Greif's Cafe]

Sandy blinked blearily at the griffon, recognition dawning over his face. "Oh. It went....alright..." groaned the pegasus in a manner suggesting the night was anything but. "Can y'make that root beer a float?"

And then, like magic; "In spite of the odds, we escaped the evening with only minor injuries, and nopony incarcerated or wanted by the law." Sandy gazed despairingly at his treacherous mouth. Because that wouldn't arouse any curiosity.

Greif studies Sandy curiously. With an inquisitive look on his face, he begins to tilt his head from side to side, his pupils widening and shrinking as he focuses on the stallion in front of him. Any pony with basic understanding of birds will recognize this as predatory behavior you'd see from a raptor or other bird of prey.

After a moment, Greif's head snaps back into its normal position, and his beak curls into a knowing smirk. "Okay, I get the feeling that wasn't deadpan humor. Now I'm very curious as to how your trip went, and why injuries and trouble with the law were possible concerns..."

Meanwhile. Spin is now trying to get some ice cream out of the freezer, so she can make Sandy a float!

[TheAmishPirate]

[Grills' Grill]

"..." Silverpine deliberate plunged into a coughing fit, not entirely sure how to answer this. "*cough* Yes. Um. Maybe later, okay?" he finally croaked, turning quickly towards Rainbow.



"Yes, please. I'm sure Garion wouldn't mind some food."

From his back, Garion's tummy gave a little gurgle. "...excuse me. My belly's not learned how to ask polite yet." The colt sheepishly grinned.

(Cafe post coming soon!)

[TheAmishPirate]

[Greif's Cafe]



Greif studies Sandy curiously. With an inquisitive look on his face, he begins to tilt his head from side to side, his pupils widening and shrinking as he focuses on the stallion in front of him. Any pony with basic understanding of birds will recognize this as predatory behavior you'd see from a raptor or other bird of prey.

After a moment, Greif's head snaps back into its normal position, and his beak curls into a knowing smirk. "Okay, I get the feeling that wasn't deadpan humor. Now I'm very curious as to how your trip went, and why injuries and trouble with the law were possible concerns..."

Meanwhile. Spin is now trying to get some ice cream out of the freezer, so she can make Sandy a float!

Sandy doesn't appear particularly put off by Grief's display of curiosity. His wings ruffle, lightly folding and unfolding themselves more out of nerves than actual fear. "We...went to a hoofball game. Saw the 'Bolts at halftime. Got some souveniers 'n such. I think everypony...er, I'm pretty sure everypony had a good time." Sandy cranes his neck to check on his float, praying sweet, ice-cream-and-soda salvation could excuse him from explaining further.

[Orzel]

"..." Silverpine deliberate plunged into a coughing fit, not entirely sure how to answer this. "*cough* Yes. Um. Maybe later, okay?" he finally croaked, turning quickly towards Rainbow.



"Yes, please. I'm sure Garion wouldn't mind some food."

[Grills' Grill]



From his back, Garion's tummy gave a little gurgle. "...excuse me. My belly's not learned how to ask polite yet." The colt sheepishly grinned.

(Cafe post coming soon!)

Rainbow shakes her head and moved toward empty table. She slides the menu to the settings. "Today's special are empanadas made fro...err with a grilled veggie filling of peas, yellow onions, rice, potatoes and polkadot peppers. And uh." The filly taps her head to remember. "A light sandwich of grilled zucchini, red onion, basil, eggplant, and tomato. Top with provolone on cibatta bread."

[Deme]

Sandy doesn't appear particularly put off by Grief's display of curiosity. His wings ruffle, lightly folding and unfolding themselves more out of nerves than actual fear. "We...went to a hoofball game. Saw the 'Bolts at halftime. Got some souveniers 'n such. I think everypony...er, I'm pretty sure everypony had a good time." Sandy cranes his neck to check on his float, praying sweet, ice-cream-and-soda salvation could excuse him from explaining further.

"Well, then even with injuries and if there had been arrests, it sounds like it would have been worthwhile!"

Top Hat said, leaning comfortably against the bar. He and Silk Scarf nodded, appreciating the sound of a fun adventure.

"Still, it sounds like you've had some busy times lately."

[Benson]

Grills Restaurant

"Mmm, sounds all pretty good, heh. Ya know, I'll try the first special," Gearstride said as she relaxed in the booth. "And I'll have me a soda pop, a Dr Cola if ya don't mind."

[TheAmishPirate]

[Grills' Grill]

Garion plopped himself down on a seat, his eyes barely reaching above the edge of the table. "Could I have the sammich, Miss Pepper? And an apple juice to drink, please?"

His ears perked up at the mention of this "soda pop". What manner of drink might this be?

[Grif]

Grills Restaurant

"Mmm, sounds all pretty good, heh. Ya know, I'll try the first special," Gearstride said as she relaxed in the booth. "And I'll have me a soda pop, a Dr Cola if ya don't mind."

[Grills' Grill]

Garion plopped himself down on a seat, his eyes barely reaching above the edge of the table. "Could I have the sammich, Miss Pepper? And an apple juice to drink, please?"

His ears perked up at the mention of this "soda pop". What manner of drink might this be?

"Orange juice for myself. And uh. Same with Gear; the first special," Silverpine said, settling into the seat next to Gear, stealing a nuzzle when Garion wasn't looking.

[Orzel]

The magenta pony pulls out a pad and scribbles the orders the best she could with her mouth-pencil. "Okay. I'll be back with your drinks shortly." Rainbow waves over a server with the salad and breadsticks. She whispers something to the grey colt, who places three plates down then scoops salad and bread into them.

She swiftly sprints away and returns with the the drink one head. "One doc, one apple, and one oj." the waitress says she passes them out.

[Lycan 01]

[Greif's Cafe]

Greif grins crookedly. "Oh neat. Which 'Bolts were performing? No doubt Captain Spitfire was there. Wonder how she's been since we last talked..." he muses, mostly to himself.

"Order up!" Spin chimes from behind the counter, as several beverages are levitated onto the bar.

[TheAmishPirate]

[Greif's Cafe]

Greif grins crookedly. "Oh neat. Which 'Bolts were performing? No doubt Captain Spitfire was there. Wonder how she's been since we last talked..." he muses, mostly to himself.

"Order up!" Spin chimes from behind the counter, as several beverages are levitated onto the bar.

Sweet soda salvation!

Sandy sighed in relief and dove into his delicious beverage. Maybe the barkeep would just leave him to his-

"Woah, you knew the Cap'n?!" Sandy blurted out before he could stop himself. Okay, starting up conversation again bad. But at least they weren't talking about last-

A familiar, truthy tingle put paid to that hope. "A-and she was there! Last night. Her and the 'Bolts. Uh, Soarin, Misty, Blue Bolt..." The little unicorn strained to remember all the names of all the pegasi, lest the magic should take over and spill out something inconvenient. Thankfully, a high-flying ex-fillyfriend tended to give one good knowledge on such affairs. "...Echo was there too, and...um, Snow Angel." He mumbled on the last name. "That were all of them."

The magenta pony pulls out a pad and scribbles the orders the best she could with her mouth-pencil. "Okay. I'll be back with your drinks shortly." Rainbow waves over a server with the salad and breadsticks. She whispers something to the grey colt, who places three plates down then scoops salad and bread into them.

She swiftly sprints away and returns with the the drink one head. "One doc, one apple, and one oj." the waitress says she passes them out.

Garion sipped at his juice as appetizers were served, but his eyes were on the fizzy, mysterious drink Miss Gearstride had in her hoof. "How grown-up do you have to be to drink potions for lunch?" he asked curiously. Maybe that was where all those potions Miss Gwyn brewed went; she and Mister Grills must've been drinking them down when he was napping!

Phwaa, grown-ups got to do all kinds of crazy stuff.

[Benson]

"Potions? what are you talkin' about kid? Ya never had soda pop before?" Gearstride asked Garion as she sipped her Dr Cola. To answer the question, not really, Gwyn didn't like giving Garion soda all that much.

[TheAmishPirate]

"Potions? what are you talkin' about kid? Ya never had soda pop before?" Gearstride asked Garion as she sipped her Dr Cola. To answer the question, not really, Gwyn didn't like giving Garion soda all that much.

"Soda...pop? It looks awfully like 'Bubbly Dark Grown-Ups Juice That Is Not For Little Ponies.'" Garion gave a sniff at the drink. "Smells like it too."

[Grif]

"Soda...pop? It looks awfully like 'Bubbly Dark Grown-Ups Juice That Is Not For Little Ponies.'" Garion gave a sniff at the drink. "Smells like it too."

"... you never had one before?" Silverpine repeated, looking at Garion curiously. "How old are you?"

[TheAmishPirate]

"... you never had one before?" Silverpine repeated, looking at Garion curiously. "How old are you?"

Garion furrowed his brow and sat back in his seat. His hooves traced imaginary figures and sums on the table, aided occasionally by a short-lived breadstick. Five minus a few, carry the sum, divide the multiplier, wait for a sip of juice, and again. Twice he seemed to pause and check his work, and twice he resumed his figures. But the third time, he nodded once, satisfied.

"I'm four weeks old." he reported, smiling proudly. "Maybe add or take away a week or two."

[Grif]

Garion furrowed his brow and sat back in his seat. His hooves traced imaginary figures and sums on the table, aided occasionally by a short-lived breadstick. Five minus a few, carry the sum, divide the multiplier, wait for a sip of juice, and again. Twice he seemed to pause and check his work, and twice he resumed his figures. But the third time, he nodded once, satisfied.

"I'm four weeks old." he reported, smiling proudly. "Maybe add or take away a week or two."

Silverpine stared at Garion for a long while. Four weeks? A foal that age should be still swaddled in diapers and cooing, not acting like... like he was already four years old. He glanced up at Gearstride helplessly, trying to seek answers for this conundrum, and likely finding none. Then the simple, obvious answer struck him. The foal was obviously confused. "Listen. Um. Ah, did Miss Gwyn or Mister Grills ever tell you how old you were?" he said carefully, reaching for suitable words. "... I think four weeks old is a little bit wrong there."

[Benson]

Gearstride quirked a brow and smirked and then pulled Silverpine off to an aside. "Maybe he means 'years'?...He looks/acts like a doofy enough kid to mix up weeks and years."

[TheAmishPirate]

Silverpine stared at Garion for a long while. Four weeks? A foal that age should be still swaddled in diapers and cooing, not acting like... like he was already four years old. He glanced up at Gearstride helplessly, trying to seek answers for this conundrum, and likely finding none. Then the simple, obvious answer struck him. The foal was obviously confused. "Listen. Um. Ah, did Miss Gwyn or Mister Grills ever tell you how old you were?" he said carefully, reaching for suitable words. "... I think four weeks old is a little bit wrong there."

Garion, oblivious to their stares, had started to pick over a bit of salad and bread. All that beach-playing had worked up a mighty appetite. "No, Miss Gwyn gets all puffy and red when I ask her about ages. And Mister Grills says a true gentlecolt counts his own ears."

He felt around his head. "One...two! Two ears, just like last time."

"But I don't know what that's got to do with being older. I wonder if I lost count of my ears, I'd lose count of how many days I was..." Woah, mind-blowing. The little colt let his breadstick fall into his salad, and stared thoughtfully into space.

[Grif]

Garion, oblivious to their stares, had started to pick over a bit of salad and bread. All that beach-playing had worked up a mighty appetite. "No, Miss Gwyn gets all puffy and red when I ask her about ages. And Mister Grills says a true gentlecolt counts his own ears."

He felt around his head. "One...two! Two ears, just like last time."

"But I don't know what that's got to do with being older. I wonder if I lost count of my ears, I'd lose count of how many days I was..." Woah, mind-blowing. The little colt let his breadstick fall into his salad, and stared thoughtfully into space.

"..." Well, this wasn't the answer he was hoping for. So, instead, he opted for the safe route, and gently ruffled his mane. "Well, it's okay. I'm sure Miss Gwyn can clear it up for us when she gets here."

[TheAmishPirate]

"..." Well, this wasn't the answer he was hoping for. So, instead, he opted for the safe route, and gently ruffled his mane. "Well, it's okay. I'm sure Miss Gwyn can clear it up for us when she gets here."

Mane-ruffles were always a good choice. Garion giggled, then quickly fell silent and reserved. He poked at his salad and bread, ears drooping. "Is she gonna be here soon?" he asked hopefully.

[Benson]

"Uhm....can't say kid....But....heeey......wanna try some of my soda pop? See if ya like it?" Gearstride asked sliding her drink over to the colt. She smiled, slightly mischievously.

[Deme]

Sweet soda salvation!

Sandy sighed in relief and dove into his delicious beverage. Maybe the barkeep would just leave him to his-

"Woah, you knew the Cap'n?!" Sandy blurted out before he could stop himself. Okay, starting up conversation again bad. But at least they weren't talking about last-

A familiar, truthy tingle put paid to that hope. "A-and she was there! Last night. Her and the 'Bolts. Uh, Soarin, Misty, Blue Bolt..." The little unicorn strained to remember all the names of all the pegasi, lest the magic should take over and spill out something inconvenient. Thankfully, a high-flying ex-fillyfriend tended to give one good knowledge on such affairs. "...Echo was there too, and...um, Snow Angel." He mumbled on the last name. "That were all of them."

They both dove enthusiastically into their drinks, pausing only at the end of the list.

"That must have been a big show!"
"Wouldn't it be great to have an airshow in our intermissions?"

Silk Scarf said dreamily, propping her head on her hoof as she drank her drink.

"Flying overhead, only wishing they could upstage us!"

[TheAmishPirate]

"Uhm....can't say kid....But....heeey......wanna try some of my soda pop? See if ya like it?" Gearstride asked sliding her drink over to the colt. She smiled, slightly mischievously.

Garion tilted his head curiously and gave the fizzy drink a sniff, getting a snout-full of bubbles for his troubles. "Phwaa, Miss Gwyn said it's for grown ups, and I don't think I'm grown-ups. Am I?" The colt glanced to the grown-ups, innocent eyes questioning.

[Orzel]

The grill

Two trays of food bops up and down approaching the table. A filly is hidden underneath them. Her head is concealed by one and her backside by the other. An acrobatic hiptoss slides the smaller tray onto the table. With skill, Rainbow divvies up the orders. "Enpanadas for you two and Grilled cheese and spinach leaves for Garion. Enjoy." she says before heading to the next table.

"I'm sorry sir. We checked the pantry and we are all out of Mexicolt cactus flies. Would you like raisins..."

[Benson]

Garion tilted his head curiously and gave the fizzy drink a sniff, getting a snout-full of bubbles for his troubles. "Phwaa, Miss Gwyn said it's for grown ups, and I don't think I'm grown-ups. Am I?" The colt glanced to the grown-ups, innocent eyes questioning.

Gearstride nodded at Rainbow and gave a small thanks as she took a whiff of the food. Yum.

"Bah....soda pop ain't for grown ups, its for everyone...kids, teens, grown ups, its delicious, trust me kiddo," She grinned and bobbed her head sporting a playful smirk.

[Grif]

Garion tilted his head curiously and gave the fizzy drink a sniff, getting a snout-full of bubbles for his troubles. "Phwaa, Miss Gwyn said it's for grown ups, and I don't think I'm grown-ups. Am I?" The colt glanced to the grown-ups, innocent eyes questioning.

Gearstride nodded at Rainbow and gave a small thanks as she took a whiff of the food. Yum.

"Bah....soda pop ain't for grown ups, its for everyone...kids, teens, grown ups, its delicious, trust me kiddo," She grinned and bobbed her head sporting a playful smirk.

The scent of the delicious food tickled his nostrils. Silverpine chuckled at Garion's question. "Naw, soda pop is definitely for everypony. Go on, try it." Then he began digging in.