Fried Green Tomatoes at the Ponville Cafe

“Wotcher!” Came James' delighted call, his voice was odd, like a mish mash of different accents, either he was well travelled or the more likely reason for the dirt poor writer, he was from the Southern parts of Equestria. Octavia had been there once on tour with the Orchestra, and they all had those strange accents, close to High Canterlot, but still too low and filthy. She shook her head at such thoughts, she didn't think like that any more, all these ponies were her friends now. No matter what their social status was.

She blinked as a hoof was waved in front of her face, “Pardon,” She said automatically.

“You dazed out for a sec there Octy” James said with a cheerful laugh. So, Bon what do you have on the menu thats affordable. Bon Bon raised an eyebrow and sighed.

“Every single day you come here, ask what's cheap and end up getting other people to pay for your meal. Why don't you just get a job here like everyone else that wants free meals.”

James shook his head and tutted under his breath. “I'll have money when I finish my book, I'm really close now. It's about this fillie who...”

“Stop telling us and finish the Twilight damned book already.” Lyra said as she joined them at last, however she received a warning nudge from Bon Bon. “Watch your language, look who just walked in.”

And as Murphies Law would have it, Twilight Sparkle walked into the Ponyville Cafe and the jaws of Every Pony there dropped. Twilight sighed and shook her head, it had been like this all day, everywhere she went there was always someone bowing at her hooves or greeting her or treating her like a princess. She still wouldn't wear her crown in Ponyville for that very reason, but in the end nothing helped. The purple alicorn was just far to easily noticed. She wished she could go back to being the invisible bookworm from her childhood.

Bon Bon noticed the look on Twilight's face and recognized it instantly, she stood up calmly, trotting over to the princess and then waved at all the gawpers.

“Yes yes, look at the Princess, everybody take a good look at the princess. Have you had a good look yet? Good, please return to your meals. Twilight's head leant to the side in a brief moment of surprise and Bon Bon turned to her. “Good morning Miss Sparkle, would you like something to eat? Our speciality has been the route of our success and may be just the thing you are looking for.”

Bon Bon smiled, twilight was still staring, a hundred questions were flying through her mind right now, she couldn't find a good way to structure everything so she just asked everything at once.”

“How and why did you do that? And yes I'm starving, Where can I sit, all the tables look full? What's the speciality? It sounds lovely, also, do you have a washroom?” Bon Bon didn't even flinch under the tirade of questions and continued her smile. “Some of our regulars are minor celebrities, I had to learn how to handle their admirers, you can sit with us over there, Fried Green Tomatoes and yes, behind the counter there's a door that should take you to the washroom, anything else ma'am?”

Bon Bon's final question was wasted on air as the Purple Princess darted for the washroom, Bon Bon rolled her eyes and yelled for Lyra.

“Get our speciality ready Ly! And James, make yourself useful and pull up a chair for our guest and Octavia. Octaiva... Octavia?” She sighed, the musician was deep in thought, Bon Bon almost though about shooing the writer away so that Octavia could be useful to them in a conversation, but at the last second before she opened her mouth a customer started frantically waving her over. She sighed and went back to work.

There was a new Pony standing on the hilltop overlooking Ponyville, he had a white coat, his mane was black and messy beyond belief and he had a bluish grey scarf wrapped tightly around his neck. He looked at the small town and sighed, speaking out in a deep rolling voice that would have mesmerised anypony nearby.

“Small town, founded not many years ago, in fact I would say that some of the first settlers are alive, but very old. Three buildings are being rented right now, two are home to musicians but one is away, the other is in disrepair and the current tennants will move out in four hours” He pulls out his pocket watch and examines it, replaces it then looks back at the town. “My mistake, three hours. The third room is home to a writer, unsuccessful and working on his first book. He is not in right now but judging by the colour of the bricks on his roof he is in a cafe right now begging off his friends for food whilst a lonely alicorn is in the washroom and feeling lonely because her friends are away for an extended period of time.” He pauses. “This is going to be dull.” He doesn't smirk, frown or show any expression as he trots down the hill and towards the Ponyville cafe.