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The local tavern and pub was one of the less uptight places in Canterlot, located in the lower square. Junior knew it because it was Captain Frost’s and many of the guard’s favorite hangout, with several others on the night guard already there and giving him waves and nods after he walked in. Thankfully unlike the time the good captain brought him here, he wasn’t having to wear that disguise she whipped up; though he did turn a couple heads walking in with a filly on his back.

Berry Punch, another recognizable face, beamed at the pair and guided them over to a table after pulling out a kid’s menu from the day shift. The duo sat across from one another at a booth, looking almost comically mismatched in size with Godzilla barely even fitting on the bench seat and Mariner “Chibi” Moon having the table come up to her shoulders. No sooner than Junior took his helmet off and put it down, Chibi snatched it up and tried it on. The armor completely swallowed up her entire upper body, with the only thing not obscured being her enormous pigtails that stuck out of the eye holes. Rolling his eyes, Junior reached across the table and tilted up the helmet so he could at least see her face.

“No teleporting or magic, okay?”

“Kay!”

Chibi chirped with a stupidly big smile. Junior sighed and leaned back, confident that at least she wasn’t about to lose his helmet trying to teleport across the room or blow a hole in it with that big spell of hers. The armor smiths might have built his gear strong, but he didn’t want to worry them.

Berry Punch trotted back over with a starter tray, passing water for Junior and some sort of steaming, brown liquid to Chibi that took Junior a moment to recognize as coffee. Berry Punch recognized the youngster. He couldn’t stop her before she managed to down the whole thing in one gulp, earning her a short spurt of impressed applause from Berry Punch as the latter left to get the rest of the orders.

“Your helmet smells funny! Hehe!”

Junior puzzled, flummoxed on how something he chiefly remembered humans drank to get hyper had somehow slowed down the filly’s speed talking. Then again he reminded himself he was in a magic world of ponies sitting in a restaurant and decided not to overthink it; just take what he could get.

“Thank Tanaka.”

“Who’s that?”

“Nevermind…”