Joe pulled off his jacket and offered it to Bed Time. "Here."

She looked confused at the offer. "I'm not cold, thanks."

Brad laughed at the both of them. "Your tits are hanging out."

"My what?"

I waved a hand lightly. "It's polite to be dressed. Please."

She smiled and accepted the jacket, slipping into it with minimal fuss and concealing much of her form, with the table covering the rest. "Better?"

Brad finished his cup. "So, we going back in or what?"

Paul frowned. "Fuck that, pardon the language. I don't know why you're in such a rush."

Brad got back to his feet and moved for the back door. "I don't know why you'd be in such a rush to stay here." He pulled open the darkened glass door to reveal a psychotic mess of colors beyond. "What the hell?"

I peered at it a second. "Close the door man. Is that stuff safe?" Brad thrust a hand out, lost in the colors a moment before he pulled it back, unharmed. "Right, well... I'm not going out in that."

Bed Time shook her head and turned her attention back onto that character sheet in front of herself. She flipped it back over and looked it over. "Hey, it says I'm pretty smart."

Paul smiled at Bed Time. "Well you're definitely holding it together pretty well. So, uh, you seem to be stuck on this ride with us."

Brad huffed. "As if." He stepped into the color, vanishing. A moment later there was a knocking at the front door, then it opened and Brad came in, closing the door behind himself. "Nevermind."

I shrugged softly. "Alright, so we're stuck."

Joe gestured at the table. "Think we're stuck until we finish the game?"

I pulled out my cellphone and saw it still had a signal, hm. "What if we order something? Up for pizza?"

Bed Time perked up. "Oh, yes please. Mushrooms and wheat flakes please."

Joe chuckled good-naturedly at the request. "Mushrooms we can do, but we don't do wheat flakes. How about pineapple?"

"Pineapple's OK." She bobbed her head. We put in the order with a few quick phone taps, much to Bed Time's amazement. "You have your own kind of magic. I really do need to get back though, so after the pizza, can we go back?"

Brad settled back at the table. "I suppose there's no reason not to, right? We're going back?"

Paul nodded. "Not a lot of other options, but see if you can't get out with the pizza guy, if he can get here, maybe we can get out? I don't really want to be a faceless voice."

Bed Time tilted her head. "If you were running the story, you made a very interesting story. That's quite an honor, to be a master of fate. You should be very proud, and treat it with the seriousness it deserves."

I decided, again, that Bed Time was adorable. "You really believe in Fate, huh?"

She tilted her head at me. "How could I not? Every pony has a talent they are good at and it and our personality is imprinted on us right here." she pointed to her still exposed rump. "Even in this place I still have it. Destiny is how Princess Twilight Sparkle became a princess at all! It's why I run that inn, because I'm supposed to. If I wasn't, where would you have gone? We were supposed to meet. It was fate. What are your cutie marks?"

Brad laughed as he settled back where he started. "Oh man. We don't have cutie marks. I was considering a sweet tatt, but nah."

Joe nodded in agreement. "No cutie marks here. We have to decide where we want to be on our own."

Bed Time pouted a bit. "That sounds just awful. We really should go back. You had cutie marks there at least." She looked across at me. "You were going to... change your fate? So casual..." She looked back at her own sheet. "Too casual..."

I chuckled nervously. Her tone of voice made me feel odd. "Well... I don't want to be a mare. I'll keep everything else the same, just be a stallion pegasus. You're alright with that, right?"

She flushed softly. "Oh, yes... if you want to be a stallion..." She then glanced towards Paul.

Paul raised a brow, then seemed to realize something. "Bed?"

"Yeah?"

"Accept my apology in advance if I'm barking up the wrong tree, but are you giving Ian 'the look'?"

Brad burst into laughter as Joe looked sheepishly away. Bed Time's blush magnified. "I... think he would make a very dashing stallion." The laughing grew in volume as Brad slapped the table.

I wasn't sure how to react, but Brad's reaction was getting annoying. "Shut the hell up, Brad."

"Make me." He sat up though, and quieted.

I gave Bed Time a soft smile. She was pretty enough as a woman, and she was shaped right as a pony. Was I upset that she seemed to dig me? After consideration, I decided that this was not something to be upset about. I didn't have a girlfriend at the moment, and she seemed nice. "So, what do you do, besides run an inn?"

Before she could answer, the doorbell rang. Joe pushed up to his feet and went to open the door. The pizza man stood half in and half out of the colors, seemingly unaware of the phenomenon. Joe got the pizza and tried to step out after the pizza guy, only to end up popping up at the back glass door. "Crap."

At least we had pizza.

Author's Note

But will pizza make the typos go away, or will the cheesy goodness draw more of them?