_If you had any idea._ He didn’t want to walk past her, or else risk her seeing more than she probably bargained for. “You can wait out here while I grab some muffins, if you want. Probably won’t be super fresh at the end of the day, but… that’s just something you have to get used to. Time on this side is the opposite of Earth.”

“I’m not waiting outside,” she insisted, hurrying past him towards the still-open entrance. “Might as well see the inside for myself.”

Nothing particularly remarkable happened inside, which was exactly what he’d been hoping for. They exchanged polite words with Mrs. Cake, and Janet even managed not to laugh at her name. They bought some nearly-stale muffins for half price, at least three different ponies wished Janet welcome to Ponyville, and they were back out the door heading home.