Wham Bam Flim Flam!

FLAM

I awake the next morning to find Flim still sleeping as he usually does.

“Hey Flim, you wanna wake up and get some breakfast with me?”

Flim mumbles sleepily, “No, may..be la...ter. You…ahead.”

Sometimes I wonder why I even bother with this brother of mine…

I trot down the stairs to the reception to ask about breakfast. Instead of Bon Bon, I find an elderly mare at the counter, whom I assume to be the actual owner of this B&B.

“Why you must be the brothers who’ve just checked in yesterday.” The mare says with a friendly smile.

“Quite right, Ma’am. I’m Flam and my brother Flim is still asleep upstairs. And you must be the owner of this lovely place?”

“Oh, what a charmer you are. Yes, my name’s Caring Bright,” she replies.

I look around the place, wondering if Bon Bon was working here today.

“If you’re looking for Bon Bon, she’s busy working on her recipes. I’m sure you’d like some breakfast, young sir?”

I shake my head, “Oh, no, no, no. I wasn’t looking for anypony in particular. I wouldn’t mind some breakfast though.”

Caring shoots me a suspicious look and laughs, “Breakfast should be served in a minute. I’ll show you to the dining table.”

I follow her into the dining room where a few other guests were already seated. There is a travelling poet by the name of William; a family, whose patriarch, serves in the Royal Guard (Murray is his name, seems like a nice fellow) and a pair of sisters on an adventure around Equestria (Lila and Rosemary).

William and I are in the middle of conversing about the places that we’ve visited when in walks Bon Bon with a trolley of breakfast delights.

“Good morning everypony. Hope you all slept well,” she says as she starts putting food on the table.

Everyone responds accordingly before beginning to devour the breakfast fare of toasted oats, eggs and a selection of pastries with orange juice.

As soon as everypony is done with their food, they leave.

“Oh, you can just leave it, Flam. Bon Bon has got it covered.” Lila tells me, as she stand up from the table.

As soon as her name is mentioned, she appears.

“Oh, hey there Flam. Did you enjoy your breakfast?”

“Yes, it was delicious. Did you cook everything?”

“Uhum, been doing it since I was a little filly after all. Here I’ll just take your dishes from you,” she says, reaching for his plate.

“It’s okay, I’ll bring it to the kitchen myself”.

“NO! You don’t hav…” I hear her shout as I make my way to the kitchen.

WHAT IN THE GOOD NAME OF CIDER HAPPENED HERE?

There is sugar everywhere. Everywhere! Even on the ceiling! Peppermints strewn on the floor and the smell of lemon is strong in the air.

I place my plate on the counter and turn to look at her.

“See, this is why I told you to just pass me the plates,” she says as she rolls the trolley to the sink.

“HOW IN CELESTIA’S MANE DID IT GET THIS MESSY?”

“Well, I was working on some new candy recipes and this just sorta happened. I’ll clean it up after I’m done with the recipes.”

“No, ma’am. I will not let this be!”

An hour later, we got the kitchen to its most tip-top condition.

“My goodness, you’re one heck of a slave driver, aren’t ya Flam?” Bon Bon says chuckling.

OH DARN! I’ve done it again!

I fix my hat nervously, “I’m sorry, it wasn’t my place to do something like this. I’m just a bit of a neat freak.”

She just bursts out laughing. I look at her quizzically.

“Why are you laughing?”

“HAHAHA, a bit? You think?” she manages to get out as she gestures to the now sparkling kitchen.

I can’t help but laugh along with her.

FLIM

I hear Flam laughing maniacally from downstairs. Well, that’s new. It’s almost noon. Hmmm, guess I should make myself decent.

I wander downstairs and it seems that they’re still conversing and laughing. Ah well, maybe I’ll get some food in town. I leave a note at the reception for Flam and gallop to the market place.

Maybe some baked goods will help.

“Hey there, Mr. Flim!” a familiar voice calls out to me.

I smiled at the little filly, “Well, well, it’s lil Miss Apple Bloom. How are you doing, my dear?”

“Not too bad, just helping Applejack sell some apples and things. Care to buy some?”

“WHAT IN TARNATION? Apple Bloom, you should know better than to make friends with the salesponies who tried to take our farm!” Applejack yells out.

“B-but…Didn’t you teach me to forgive people for their mistakes? Maybe that’s all it was.” Apple Bloom replies.

Oh, such a kind little filly this one is. Naïve indeed…but kind.

“I’d like to properly extend my apologies for our last encounter, Miss Applejack and now as salespony to another, I’d like to make a business transaction and purchase whatever you have left to sell.”

“You have got ta be kidding me. You think you can come here and just act like everything’s fine and dandy? Well, I’m not gonna fall for your tricks. You can just take your business transaction with ya, Mister!” Applejack responds.

I know where I’m not wanted.

Should’ve seen this coming I guess. I mean after what we did…

“Say, this is good. What tea is this Mr.Timmons?” I ask him as I sip the tea at the counter.

“That’s my own special brew. I call it ‘Light Happiness’. You look like you could use it,” the elderly stallion replies with a twinkle in his eye. His green tea coloured coat goes well with his light brown mane, I must say.

The sound of classical music being played on the cello fills the air and I close my eyes taking in the beautiful melody. Da dum, da dum…

“She plays beautifully doesn’t she?” he asks me.

“Indeed she does. It lifts up your soul like a good tea on a cold winter’s night.”

“You sure you’re not a poet like William there, Flim?” Mr.Timmons asks me teasingly.

I don’t respond but merely turn towards the sound of the music. With her dark grey mane and grey coat, you can tell that this lady is…classy. She silently screams sophistication. Octavia…Such a fitting name too.

She finishes her song and comes to the counter and takes a seat. Right next to me!

“Could I get my usual tea please, Mr.Timmons?” she says. Even her voice sounds enchanting!

“You sure can my dear. Coming right up!” Mr.Timmons responds and proceeds to making the requested cup.

Ok, all you need to do is say…Hi, my name is Flim. You are very talented. I’m a salespony! I can do this!

I turn to face her. She catches my eye and smiles curiously.

“H-huma-heee- heee…Fl-fl-fl- ya-----ie”

WHAT THE HECK DID I JUST SAY?!