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The stallion usually did not have any choice of food at all. He only knew of a couple of foods. He thought for a moment.

He said, " I would be fine with whatever you have."

"Okay, i will try to make some noodles and fried vegetables. What was your name again?", Cheerlie said.

"Saint.", was his response. He said that word so quick and so nervously that even Cheerlie gave him a confused look. The stallion looked around for a moment, looked at Cheerlie, and said,

"Saint O' Harre".

"That is quite the interesting name you have there Saint.", Cheerlie said, trying to sound impressed.

Cheerlie turned towards the kitchen and trotted that direction. Saint crept over to his box, and looked inside. He was moving his hoof all through the box, even pouring it over.

"What has happened to my beer?", Saint said in a sort of irritated voice.

"It must have fell out of the box when we were walking over here.", Cheerlie said in a very serious way.

The sound of the vegetables sizzling and the boiling water could be heard from the living room. Saint paced impatiently back and forth across the room, hoping that the food will be ready soon. Minutes seemed like forever. The delicious aroma of saucy noodles and steaming vegetables went through his muzzle. Saint's mouth was watering, just waiting to see what would soon be entering his mouth.

Cheerlie eventually exited the kitchen, much to Saint's pleasure. She was carrying two plates. She set each of them down on a table in the kitchen. She pulled her chair out and sat down. Saint walked toward the table. He pulled out a chair and sat in it.

"I hope you enjoy it. Dig in!", Cheerlie said as she started to eat the noodles and vegetables. Saint looked at the dinner before him and picked up the noodles with his hoof. Cheerlie chuckled playfully at Saint, who was trying to eat the noodles with his hooves and accidentally dropping them back on the plate every time they neared his mouth.

"Try this", Cheerlie said, handing Saint a fork.

"Oh, uh, thank you.", Saint said in a sort of embarrassed way.

Cheerlie chuckled again, making Saint's cheeks red. Cheerlie continued eating. Saint looked down at his food and tried to use the fork. He scooped up a few noodles and a sliced carrot piece. He put the food inside his mouth and gave a satisfied, "Mmm!", and continued to eat. His plate was empty after 4 minutes.

"Would you like the rest of mine, Saint? You look like you need it more.", Cheerlie said.

Saint gave a nod, and Cheerlie gently nudged the plate towards Saint, who immediately brought it to him and started to eat the food on it. Cheerlie smiled at Saint, and walked to her room. Saint, after finishing his second plate, went to lay on the couch. He closed his eyes and started to sleep. Cheerlie started to rub her forehead, thinking. Cheerlie went out of her room, past the sleeping stallion, and opened the door, going outside. She was trying to find the library. She eventually made it to the library, passing many ponies waving and saying, "Hi!", to her. She knocked on the door, and Twilight answered.

"Hello Twilight.", Cheerlie said.

"Oh, hello Cheerlie. What can i do for you?", Twilight responded, seeming pleased to see Cheerlie.

"I have recently met this peculiar stallion who calls himself "Saint O' Harre". I would just like to check out books carrying birth records and the sort.", Cheerlie said.

"Huh. Do not worry Cheerlie, i have some records laying around here somewhere. Feel free to come inside.", Twilight responded.

Cheerlie walked in the library behind Twilight. Twilight examined a wall of books, and said, "Aha!". She used her magic to bring out a book of records.

"This book has a lot of information in it, it should help you.", Twilight said, handing the book to Cheerlie.

"Thank you very much Twilight. I will be sure to return this to you soon. Goodbye!", Cheerlie said while leaving the library.

"It is no problem. Goodbye!", Twilight said, waving at the leaving pony.

Cheerlie walked to her house through the snow. It was the evening now. Cheerlie entered her home through the front door, past the sleeping stallion, and into her room. She laid the book down on her bed. She climbed on the bed, picked up the book, and started to look through it. She decided she would read it later, and she put the book on her shelf. She was tired, and began to close her eyes and fall into slumber.