Author's Note

heres the appearances of our 2 main characters.

Chapter 1: A bit too little

Brewberry sighed as he got off the train. His saddlebags felt immeasurably heavy despite only containing essentials for travel. He headed down the stairs from the platform, potion bottles jangling in his saddlebags.

“Another dumb bank and another dumb rejection,” he mumbled to himself as he kicked a rock while trotting along back to Aunt Berry Punch's house. He rang the doorbell, and his kindly aunt opened the door.

“If it isn’t my favorite nephew back from big Manehattan,” she joked, knowing full well he was the only nephew.

“Haha, very funny,” he said sarcastically.

“Aw, did it not go well? Another rejection?”

The stallion sighed and nodded, “Sorry to be a burden. I'll head out in two days again and try the Canterlot bank. Maybe they will bite.”

She shook her head and beckoned him in. “You’re not a burden, Brew. I know your parents live too remotely for what you're doing. You can stay here as long as you need to get those funds for your potion shop.”

She sounded a bit tipsy on those longer sentences, but Berry didn't mind his aunt being a bit boozy.

“Thanks, Aunty. I really owe you for letting me crash here,” he said with a smile as he stretched and yawned. “Alright, but I think for today, I just need to sleep right away,” he said, a useless phrase since his aunt could already tell he was tired and was ushering the stallion into his room.

“Well, sleep well then, Brew. Tomorrow, I'll whip you up some eggs, and we'll see where the day takes us. It’s the weekend, anyways.”

As Brew closed the door behind himself, he headed straight for the bed, collapsing into it for a fitful sleep, at least as fitful of a sleep as he could have with money on his mind.

The next morning, the stallion got the rare opportunity to wake up without a shrill alarm. He stretched and groggily headed downstairs, brushing his mane and tail, brushing his teeth, and sitting down for a breakfast that consisted of hay, apple slices, and eggs that were meant to be sunny side up but always ended up scrambled either way.

“Morning, Aunty,” he yawned before digging in, chewing quite happily.

Berry Punch smiled, enjoying her nephew's company. “It's not worth mentioning. Oh, also!” She paused for a second. “I think there's a customer!”

Brewberry tilted his head, confused. “I don’t have a shop yet, how's there a customer?” he asked.

“Well, there's a very pretty mare outside - real marriage material if you ask me,” she said with a grin, making him groan.

“Are you trying to hitch me to a random mare, or is she actually a customer?” he asked.

“Hitching is such a mean way to say it,” said Berry Punch with playfully acted offense. “But yes, she actually wants to buy your potions. She knocked and asked for you to meet her at Sugarcube Corner.”

Brewberry's eyes went wide. “Oh, better grasp that opportunity then! I'll head there straight away!” He shoveled the rest of the delicious meal down his gullet before promptly taking off to the bakery.