“Welcome to Chef De La Pinkamena, do you have a reservation”, a pink pony asked wearing a fake mustache.

The mare and stallion she adressed only chuckled. They loved her foalish ways.

“Umm, yes?”, the mare said.

“Wonderful! Please-a follow me to your-a table!”, she said in a Coltalian accent.

The duo once again chuckled, it was truly a charming display.

“Pinkie, you sure are a character”, the mare said with a chuckle.

Pinkie only laughed along, but soon remembered her character, and became engulfed in her role yet again.

“Who is ziz Pinkie zat you speak of? I am Jean-Claude Van Mare, sweet maker extraordinaire”, she said with a smirk.

She then turned and led them to their table, and let them settle down.

“What I’ll let you to amores settle”, she said, darting off toward the kitchen.

“Well, yer sister sure is a entertainer, wonder why she never got into show- business?”, the big red stallion said.

“If I knew, I would tell you Mac”, she said with a smile.

Mac just beamed. He loved her company, her smile, he loved everything about this once timid mare.

“Marble, there’s somethin’ I have to tell you”, Mac said nervously.

“What is it honey?”, she said concerned.

Just before Mac was able to say, the “waiter” came back with their appetizers.

“Bubblegum Soup, enjoy!”, she said, bowing while backing away.

They both stared at this strange dish. It looked like pink, thick liquid. They were unsure at first, but Marble took a sip.

“How is it honey?”, McIntosh asked his mare.

Her eyes lit up, surely she had only nice things to say?

“Maccie, this is.....AMAZING!”, she said, shouting to the heavens.

Mac smiled, but then heard a creak behind him.
He saw Pinkie peer from behind the door, somehow keeping upright.

“Your bucking right it’s amazing”, she said, now sporting aviator shades.

Mac just shook his head and turned to his marefriend, who was still in love with the soup.

“Mac, you’ve gotta try this!”, she said with high hopes.

Mac took one lick, and instantly put on a goofy grin. Never had something been as sweet as this treat.

Marble giggled at her coltfriend, but then heard music coming from the small stage area Pinkie had somehow built.

Come with me,
And you’ll be,
In a word of pure imagination,
Take a look,
And see,
Into your imagination,

The words that echoed out of the pink mares mouth was breathtaking, they knew she could sing, but dang!

As the song continued, Marble slowly got up and swayed to the beat. Mac followed her lead and the two began a simple slow dance. Marble leaned her head on his shoulder, feeling that no place could ever be more comfortable.

“Mac...”, she said with bliss.

“Yes, Marble”, he said, staring into her violet orbs.

“I love you...”, she said embracing her big red love hunk (😂).

“Ah love you too, Marbel Pie”, he said back.

Pinkie she tears of joy.

Marble had found her voice, and the lover of her dreams.

Being The New Face In Town wasn’t so bad after all....

Author's Note

That’s a wrap, folks 🎬