A Lemon Sour

A gathering of individuals and people alike strewn across a facet of different avenues covering the entirety of the Canterlot High School boulevard, garnered by the pleasant talks of activities and pleasantries such provided by the local students own body of selected 'prized' cuisine, made by the junior stewards which represent the showcase towards the gleaming expectant audience and potential buyers.

Off to the side of all this attracting attention was my stall which silently aided the environment the entirety of the event, further worrying the fact was the inclusion of several characters that had made his reservations on certain matters, an surprising loss. "How was it the fact made so by these characters that I had mentioned once-" A large stream of sparkles and glue burst coinciding with the moving carriage rolling down the stalls "-made my week oh, oh so wrong?!".

As the crowd dispersed from the oncoming projectiles harrowing the depictions, ages lost to terror. The pink blur made its way closer and closer to my stall, before abruptly stopping just front of my makes with a look of apprehension and interest. "Hey mister, what are these?" pointing in three different directions simultaneously, an act which made me stare momentarily "Well Miss, that would be my Lemon Caddazels".

I promptly took one and stuffed it in my mouth "They are scrumptious and both a delectable to eat; now I'm willing to give them out for free if you would-", "Thanks bwye!" A look to her expressions indicate the entire serving within her maw and another look cast downward legitimizing the notion. I laughed as I huffed, the situation has turned from bleak to opportunity.

Inching myself towards a blindspot within the stall gave me momentary shielding from potential onlookers, as I took out my burner device for the transmit of success news.