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!z3GH2A89b6 02/08/11(Tue)03:41 No.23291765>>23291743 "WHAT?? Oh, Ican'ttalkto HIM! Just... just... order me a daffodil, lettuce and tomato sandwich!"
"Ohh no, you're gonna have to-"
A cleared throat stopped them in mid-laugh. "Might I take your orders, ladies?" asked the cream colored stallion, looking down to the two.
Clover nodded as Parcel stammered over her words. "Certainly. I'd like the soup of the day, please, along with a clover parfait."
"Very good, miss. And what might I get y-" He balked for a moment. "...pardon me for asking, miss, but are you quite all right?"
Parcel nodded fiercely. "I'm... I'm fine. I'll... I'llhaveaDLTandsomewaterplease."
The waiter raised a brow. "Very good then. Are you quite certain you're okay? I don't mean to be rude, but... your eyes..."
"Wh-what? This? Ahaha... it's nothing. We were just joking around. It's a trick I picked up. I'm a little derpy at times," Parcel stammered, looking down to the table.
"...very well then. Your order shall be out momentarily, ladies."
As soon as the waiter was gone, Parcel's head met the table. "Stupid stupid stupid!"
"Hey... hey now... you did well!" consoled Clover, putting her hoof around the other filly. "Let's just eat up, then head back to work. I'll let ya have some of my parfait. The parfait here is great. It'll be okay. You'll see."
"Aaaaaaugh."
"...maybe you could see a doctor or something about it?"
"AAAAAAAUGH." Parcel rolled her head to look at her friend. "I'm FINE. There's nothing wrong with me. It's probably just being tired. I'll sleep well tonight and I'll be fine by morning."
"...if you say so..." |