A word, Edgewise

[cain_9]

The Diamond Dog raised an eyebrow, "Such a minor impact has caused the technician no structural damage, apology is unneeded, though grif–your consideration is appreciated." Holding the griffoness gingerly he placed her back upright, nodding. "Most importantly, Cain would prefer that Ako not become further injured."

Sugar Spoon nodded in response to Ako's previous statements. "Well, Canterlot can be a little disorienting to first-time visitors... it's the juxtaposition of horizontal and vertical surfaces..." she noticed the glazed look on the griffon's face and misidentified the cause. "Heh, sorry. At one point I wanted to become an architect, and I still think about the way things are laid out."

Spoon caught Scribble's eye for a moment and mouthed an inquiry "expats?" 

Hunter frowned, having missed such a valuable source of information previously. "So, Miss Spoon, may I ask–"

"That would be Mrs." the mare corrected, breaking eye contact with the blue pony.

The reporter grinned. "Reeeeealy? Well I still have–"

"Okay! I've got your orders here..." the previous waitress bustled up to the table, balancing a tray on her back and tossing down mugs with a practiced flourish. "Mango and Pear juice..." a glass of thick translucent orange liquid came to rest in front of Ako. "One double-espresso, black, with two shots and extra sugar," a thick sided mug slid in front of the unicorn stallion. "One half-latte, sugar on the side," the cup slid in front of Scribble's bemused face. "Aaand one Soy Equestriano, neat." Cain noted the mug had an enlarged grip that his fingers could fit into.