Symphony had heard from a mile away what the two mares were talking about. It wasn’t for nothing that she had earned a prize for the best hearing filly in all of Equestria.
— Hey there, miss, said Sea Swirl, confidently.
— Hi, Symphony replied with an eyelash flutter.
— Here’s your blueberry hot chocolate.
Swirl made fly by a cup full of a greyish-blue liquid that smelled delicious. It landed, imbricked perfectly on symphony’s hoof. The good thing about those kinds of cups was that they didn’t burn your hooves, no matter how hot the inside was.
— Thank you, Symphony replied, blowing on her cup.
— So, ah, I don’t think you come here often!, Sea Swirl stuttered a little. I’ve never seen your pretty face around.
— No, I don’t.
— Haha, don’t be scared, I’m a mare, I’m not trying to get in your bed!
Symphony lifted her muzzle from her cup, tilted her head and her eyebrow game clearly meant she wasn’t pleased, and kind of confuse.
— ... Ahem, I mean, I’m not going to harm you or anything, muttered Sea Swirl, losing all of her confidence.
— Because you’re a mare?
— No!! Because... Never mind. Sorry. Would you like anything else with that hot chocolate?
— Maybe hot chocolater!!!, cried a voice from behind.
Both mares looked at who it was: it was Doctor Hooves, Octavia’s boyfriend! He loved puns. A lot. His british accent had made all the heads turn to him, understanding the joke or not.
— Oh, uh, hey Hooves!, greeted Sea Swirl. I have some business, so I’ll leave you this seat!
And, while running away:
— Nice pun, by the way!
