A Mare Walks Into a Chicken Tendie Restaurant...

Hello guys, Titus here. I know I tried to keep this as a regular thing and I initially planned to have some crazy gnosticism shit (that's what the demiurge is from) but I realize it wasn't the direction I meant to go in. I originally just wrote this as an excuse to write some slice of life where Anon meets a tendie-loving mare, so I'm probably gonna cancel this story (leaving it up) and revamp it later where Anon already knows the mare. Thoughts?