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>>154110“Um, well, I don’t know. Maybe a museum. Or something. I’d like to go out of the city.”
>>154111"Out of city sounds interesting. I remember you bought camping supplies last time we were out. Is that what you would do, go camping?"
>>154112"Camping would be fun" he says
"I think I remember my father saying something about going camping in the White Tail Woods once. We didn't actually go, I think. I was very young."
He pauses for a moment
"Or maybe not. It's been a long time
>>154113"Would you like to go camping sometime? I could teach you survival skills, how to properly use rifle, it would be fun."
>>154114“A rifle?!”
His mouth is partly open, and his eyes are giant
>>154115Silver nods.
"Unless you rather would not, yes."
>>154116"Yes! That sounds like fun"
He wags his tail more
>>154117Silver smiles at the colt.
"It will be. Next time I take you out, we will go camping, sounds good?"
>>154118“Yes!” He says, wagging his tail
>>154120"Okay"
He trots out next to Silver, heading outside
Mala follows a distance behind
>>154121Silver follows the colt's directions towards the burger place.
>>154124White Orchid's directions leave something to be desired, but Silver is able to locate a street with a burger location.
"I think that
might be it" He says of the white building. It's Daydream Diner
>>154125"Great, let us see then..."
The group goes to and enters the establishment.
>>154126The ponies plus Mala enter into the location
White Orchid looks around
"Hey. This is the place... I think" He looks unsure of himself, but mostly happy.
Going inside, the booths and tables tend to be white, with red synthetic fiber seats. You must approach the counter to order. Food items are listed on a black chalk board behind the counter, and include things like hayburgers and fries and such.
>>154127Silver reads the board for a minute before going up to the counter.
"Hello, can I have hayburger with cheese, with fry and cola? And whatever my companions wish to have as well."
>>154128The stallion accepting the order is a little older than may be expected for the role, but he looks physically disabled in his left foreleg. He answers “sure,”
But White Orchid answers,
“Oh! A hayburger and fries. Can I get a milkshake? Please? Please, can I?” He looks up at Silver
[1d3 = 1] >>154129Silver looks down at White Orchid. Even if he was going to say no, there is no way he could deny the colt.
"Of course you can."
>>154130He asks for a milkshake. Chocolate.
And the order is placed
>>154131"Thank you!"
Silver looks to White Orchid again, and motions to the available seating.
"Pick seat, White Orchid."
>>154132There's a round, semi-circle booth. White Orchid sits down on the edge.
>>154133Silver goes to the other end and sits in the middle.
>>154134Mala sits on the edge, leaving the three alone in the booth.
The order number is 43, for what it matters
>>154135That is good to know.
"This is cozy atmosphere. They certainly did not have places like this when I was colt in St. Petershoof."
>>154136"Um... what was that like?" White Orchid asks
"I can't imagine you as a colt"
>>154137"There were few restaurants when I was colt, though sometimes stalls in market with foreign food goods, especially candies."
He smiles at his statement.
"I was not so different from you at your age. Though I was just
little bit bigger. And spoke Cyrillic."
>>154138“Really?” He asks. “You were like me?”
>>154141"Oh. Well, I was strong, brave, full of adventure...among many other things."
>>154142“D’awww, you think I’m like that?” He asks
>>154143Silver nods wholeheartedly.
"Very much like how my own sons were when they were your age, as well."
>>154144"You have sons?" He asks, surprised
>>154146"They are grown, now, but they are still my children."
>>154148Silver tilts his head at the colt.
>>154149White Orchid has nothing to say.
The food, however, is on its way.
>>154151Does that mean it's being brought to the table, or does it have to be grabbed from the counter?
>>154152It is brought to the table by the same dark orange stallion with a limp leg who was previously working the cash register. Two hayburgers, two sets of fries, and a milkshake.
>>154153"Thank you, sir!"
Silver divvies up the food, and looks to Mala.
"You did not want anything?"
>>154157Mala turns his head, looks at Silver, and slowly shakes his head.
The stallion who delivered the food, however, does not move away.
“Sargent Silver Sword?” He addresses Silver
>>154158Silver pauses, looks at the stallion, and tries his hardest to remember who he is.
"Yes?"
>>154159The stallion is a darker orange, with a reddish brown shortcut mane and yellow eyes. Looking at him closely, he is probably around about 30, though at first glance he looks older. He attempts to place weight on his left foreleg, and tries to raise his right leg above his head. He winces, however, and lowers his right leg quickly, placing his weight on that leg again.
"Private Frizzle Loop. 23rd Infantry Division. You were my Drill Instructor for a time at Camp Boysenberry."
>>154160"Oh, I am sorry Frizzle, I did not recognize you. It is good to see you made it."
He smiles, thought it lessens slightly when he looks at his bum leg.
"Though not unscathed, it seems."
>>154161He has a wide smile under his disheveled mane. The smile fades a little
"Wounded in the withdrawal out of Wald. It was, uh, uh, artillery. 105 shell landed about about 15 yards away. Shrapnel knicked me. Some of its still there. They had to send me back to a hospital in Cloudsdale to recover. I was there until the city was captured."
>>154162"Damn, it is very fortunate you survived. Who was it who captured Cloudsdale, Changelings or New Mareland? All I know is that it is right on border between two."
>>154163“New Mareland. They gave it up at the end of the war though. An advance battalion found the hospital. They didn’t care to capture everypony in the hospitals, at least at first, and I was in the later stages of recovery, so I… slipped out.”