Dr. Whooves and the Reality War

 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?"