Marvelous Equestria Adventures

Past and Lost walked through the streets of Ponyville, talking in loud, excited tones. Lost, in order to give Past some coaching on his date, had elected to take the “scenic route” through the town.

“Now, fillies are… like… um,” Past stuttered, reviewing the material that Lost had gone over.

“Bees. They’ll sting you if you agitate them, but if you keep them happy, they’ll ooze honey,” Lost explained metaphorically.

“Ooze? That just sounds gross!” Past said.

“Okay, bad example. But the principle is there. Now, how do you keep her happy?”

“Listen to her, be nice, and above all… be yourself,” Past recited.

“EXCELLENT! You pass with flying colors,” Lost cheered. “And just in time, too. We have arrived at Sugar Cube Corner!”

“Okay,” Past said, taking a deep breath. He was beginning to walk up to the door when Lost put a hoof on his shoulder, halting him.

“Listen, I have something I need you to do for me,” Lost said. Using his magic, he took a red envelope out of his saddlebags and placed it on Past’s hoof. On the envelope, in bluish ink, were written the words “Sweetie Belle”. Past, seeing this, began to grin evilly.

“Heh, ‘Sweetie Belle’.  Soooo, you have a crush on Sweetie!” Past said gleefully.

“Can you just tell AB to give Sweetie that?” Lost asked in a frustrated tone,

“Not yet. Remember how you gave me hell during that whole business earlier? Well, now it’s my turn!” Past whooped. He then proceeded to chant repeatedly, “Lost likes Sweetie! Lost likes Sweetie!” over and over.

“Shut up, man!” Lost yelled.

“Okay, fine,” Past said, stopping his cheers. “I guess I’ll see you in a bit, then.”

“Okay, see ya in a bit,” Lost replied.

Having finished the conversation, Past went into the store. Lost watched him go, then teleported away… and reappeared on a narrow ledge overlooking Ponyville. He was now wearing a white, hooded robe, with the hood pulled over his head. A gauntlet that appeared to have a springloaded knife on it was strapped to his right foreleg. Lost raised his leg, and the blade popped out of its sheath. He brandished it a few times, and then set his leg back down, resetting the blade with this action.

Lost stood like this for a while. His eyes tracked an eagle that flew overhead. Suddenly, Lost raised his head and smiled. He gave a slight nod in the direction of the eagle, and leaped off the ledge. The unicorn landed in a bale of hay, and when he exited, his outfit had changed again.

The robe and gauntlet had gone, and in their place was a SSC waiter’s uniform. His hair had been dyed brown, and been combed to replace its usual haphazard style.  He also wore a fake mustache. The newly disguised Lost now pulled out a piece of parchment and a quill.

“Alright, let’s see here,” Lost said, and began going down a sort of list, crossing out each item as he read it. “Give letter to Past: check; reference ‘Assassin’s Creed’: check; put on disguise: check; stealth Past’s date: not check.” He stopped, then looked slightly to the left, at the ream of words that nopony else could see: the words that had driven him slightly insane.

Giving an odd smile, he said, “Well, I guess I need to check that off; eh, reader?” Having said this, Lost turned and entered through the “Employees Only” door, prepared to eavesdrop on the couple.

And, more importantly, take their order.

Past scanned the restaurant until he found AB at a table near the center. As he strolled over to her, he couldn't help but admire the decor. Not many ponies knew that at 4:30 CPT (Central Pony Time), the restaurant was taken over by Fancy Pancy, an Earth Pony whose talent was, well, being fancy. As a result, the normally spastically decorated restaurant became a wonderful place to take a special somepony out on a fancy date.

“Hey, AB!” Past said as he sat down on a rather elegantly embroidered cushion.

“Hey there, Past,” Applebloom replied. She seems a little distracted, Past thought.

“What’s wrong?” he asked tentatively.

“Oh, nothin’. Ah was just thinkin’ ‘bout Sweetie. I think she might be sick…” Applebloom began to say, but she was cut off by the sudden appearance of their rather loud waiter.

“Hallo!” the waiter said/shouted. He had a rather thick accent, but what, Past couldn’t place. The waiter was wearing the standard uniform, and his hair was neatly clipped. He also had a fine mustache, and looked to be kinda short.”Vat’d you two like to drink?”

Past glanced at the choices, and then said, “I’ll have a root beer, please.”

“And vat vould de ladee like?” the server asked, looking at the table, and at the two ponies’ hooves, almost as if he were looking for something.

“Ah’ll have an apple cider,” Applebloom said.

“Ah, very good. Your drinks shall be out in a moment,” the server said. As the server left, Past suddenly twitched, and made like he was going to get up from his seat, but then sat back down, having changed his mind.

“Past, what was that?” Applebloom asked curiously.

“What was what?” Past replied.

“That seat thing y’all just did. What was that about?” Applebloom explained.

“Oh. Right.” Past began to fidget in his seat. “I've been noticing some odd things about our waiter, things that I can’t explain.”

“Like what?”

“Like the way he kept glancing at the table, and our hooves. Like the way his accent seems forced. And there’s this one thing that’s staying in my mind. When he turned away from us, I saw something. Now, it was just for an instant, but I could’ve sworn he had… a spiral cutie mark.”