All around me are familiar faces

[chaotic_scribbles]

Scribble plopped down in one of the chairs, giving Stompson a weary look.

"Yeah..." He admitted. " We weren't given much time to bring anything. Basically all we had was what we got." And he'd already given away the few bits he'd had back at that space market. Maybe they should go get them back...

A menu landed in front of him, shaking him out of his thoughts. "I'll give you a few minutes to decide what you want, unless I can get you started with anything?" The waitress stated. Scribble could already note the hesitation in her tone.

"This one..." Cain-9 began, "Ah, I would like the blended concoction known as coffee." He concluded. "Please."

"Ah... yeah. He's new here. Foreigners, you know." Scribble blinked and flipped his menu open, briefly scanning it. "You can start with me. I'll have, uh-"

"Wait," The Waitress looked down at Scribble and her face lit up. "Scribble! Hey, we haven't seen you in a while! Sugar Spoon will be happy to see you."

Scribble chuckled lightly. "Ah, yeah. I've been pretty busy."

"Oh! Did you finally get one of your manuscripts published?"

"Uh, no."

"Did you get that letter back from Flammarion?"

He sunk a little in his seat. "No."

"Oh." The waitress paused briefly. "Uh, well, I know what you'll have, since you're a regular. What'll your... friends have?"

A table

[multaekappae]

 The motley group followed the blue pony to an obscure table to one side... which turned out to have an excellent view of the street while affording a little privacy from most of the cafe. The reporter eyed the other stallion but offered no comment beyond a raised eyebrow.

The late afternoon meant there were few other patrons, and Canterlot's status as a metropolitan and politically important location ensured there were forms of seating appropriate to each guest.

The unicorn's eyes darted between the pony, gryphon, and diamond dog. "OK, kinda assuming that if you space cases even understand the concept of money your currency's not going to be standard fare," he turned to eye Scribble, "and I'm betting you didn't exactly have time to pack." Hunter let out a short sigh, "So, I guess this is gonna be my treat. Get what you want, but try not to order the most expensive stuff, okay?"

One of the waitresses worked up the nerve to approach the group eventually. She passed out menus to the group, "I'll give you a few minutes to decide what you want, unless I can get you started with anything?"