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Dite's Decadent Delights, Monday Afternoon

Karla's pony magic was getting quite the workout today. Bart was still dashing through the store, slamming into things and knocking displays over, and if that weren't bad enough, the store's layout hadn't exactly been designed with ponies in mind. And since neither of the normally-people in the store were currently gifted with opposable thumbs, it meant every time something went clattering over, Karla had to use magic to pick it back up.

Crash!

It was going to be a long shift.

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It might mostly be a litany of how hungry she is, though. Ponies can't call for delivery.

Might get rung up faster.

PONIES

Emma was just going to lean in the doorway. And laugh.

"If this is Fandom's idea of a belated graduation gift, I must say I approve."

Hi, Karla. Guess who had thumbs and all her normal appendages, and was contemplating getting out her phone to snap a picture for Morton and the boyos?

Yeah, well, Emma was a brat and so there!

...Also, if she was going to have her phone out anyway, she should be ordering food for Karla so she didn't eat Bart out of sheer starvation.

"I can still bite you," Karla warned. Sulkily.

"Ponies do not eat humans," Emma replied idly, snapping a few pictures for the sake of posterity. "Can you toss your mane a bit and stomp a hoof? If you don't glare properly, no one will ever believe me."

Karla heaved a sigh, but did as she was bid. The glaring part came easily, funnily enough. And then shifted so Emma could get a picture of her ~~cutie-mark~~ ass-stamp.

"I'm hungry enough that I'm willing to give it a go," she muttered.

"I suppose the idea of grazing isn't exactly appetizing," Emma said, making a face. "What have you been eating the last few days?"

Emma had spent hers...busy. First in London, with Jack, and then, well, in Jack's room and ignoring the rest of the world. Which reminded her...

"By the way, I do recommend those bath salts I picked up last time I was here. They smell fantastic."

"Whatever I can get," Karla admitted. "There were salads and things in class today, but..."

It was Karla. And a cooking class. Emma could probably figure out what happened next.

"Oh?" She trotted over to the display and pulled another jar off the shelf with Craft, her tiny horn glowing. "Need more?"

"I'm rather sure that a salad in class doesn't actually count as food," Emma pointed out, already dialing her phone. "And no, thank you, darling, I'm good. I might want to try something else, just for comparison's sake."

She held up a finger for a moment when someone came on the other end of the line, and a quick ~~handwaved~~ conversation later, there were three spinach and strawberry salads on the way for Karla, with the blue cheese on the side. In case ponies did not do cheese. Also, two loves of fresh french bread, and a dozen apples.

"Dinner is on its way."

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"You are the best ever," Karla said gratefully, all ill-temper gone with the promise of food. "You can take as many pictures of me being stupid as you want and I'll never complain again."

...Okay, so that was a lie, but the sentiment was true.

"Liar," Emma accused affectionately, taking Karla's normal seat behind the counter since her friend couldn't use it. "Next thing I know, you'll be promising me shorter hemlines on a regular basis."

Well, if Emma found some way to connect shorter hemlines with food, it was always a possibility...

"Hey, no fair," Karla protested half-heartedly. "You have to be an employee to sit back there."

"I ordered the catering, I get to steal the spot you aren't using," she said, smirking at Karla. "I think I should count as an honorary employee for that."

"That's fair," Karla conceded. "Or, you know, you could always come work at 'Dite's. I'm pretty sure we have a 'Help Wanted' sign around here somewhere."

Karla trotted over to the counter to look for it, nosing things out of the way. Maybe she should put it up, considering the store was only open two days a week as it was.

Okay. So, Warren didn't usually come to this place. It wasn't that all the sex stuff weirded him out, per se. But he felt kind of guilty every time he came to distract his girlfriend at work.

And, okay, the sex stuff kind of weirded him out. As could probably be evidenced by the fact that he was already side-eyeing a riding crop hanging on the wall as he stepped into the store, looking for a little blue pony in particular.

"Uh. Hey?"

"You're short-staffed enough that you're offering me a job?" she asked, blinking in surprise.

"....how much trouble would I get in if I just hand people things they need before they bother talking?" Telepathy: eternally useful.

"Warren!"

As opposed to Warren's trepidation, Karla was only too happy when her boyfriend came to visit her at work. It wasn't like the shop was ever all that busy, and 'Dite wasn't the type of boss to grouch even when she'd been here.

Hell's fire. She was the goddess of love. If Karla's boyfriend wanted to come down and visit, she'd've only been too happy to give Karla an extended lunch break or something.

"Kiss kiss! Or...nuzzle, or something, I guess."

Karla had been teasing more than anything else, but if Emma was inclined to take the offer seriously, Karla was willing to make it a serious one.

"It's only me and Raven now," she said. "And we sort of run the store now, so if you're getting into trouble, it'll probably just be from Raven."

Tremble, Emma. Tremble.

"Your usual still has a way better ring to it," Warren decided, managing an approximation of his crooked little smile, even on a pony muzzle. "You seem to be handling the whole pony thing pretty well, huh?"

Warren kind of hadn't. Sunday had been spent hiding under his blankets and refusing to leave his room.

As you do.

Karla gave him an amused grin. "I've been turned into a male now. Twice. A pony is easy. And I still have Craft, so..."

She was making it work.

"I guess there's that," Warren allowed, glancing out the window. "It's been raining for way too much of the day for me to even think about flying, so I don't really have any of the carry-over benefits, myself."

Stupid pony body.

"Aww, and here I was suggesting to Sookie go to you for flight lessons," Karla noted. "She has wings right now, too. But maybe you could fall around the salle? Or the gym?"

Right. Because Emma would ever let Raven boss her around for anything, and the Look she gave Karla was Very Clear on that Fact.

"Well, I'm only around until the end of term, but I suppose I can help out," she replied aloud. "I'm only at the Devil's Nest one night a week, and the extra income can't hurt."

"... You know, there might actually be enough room in there?" Warren gave his head a thoughtful tilt to the side. "Usually I don't bother with either, because while I can get up in the air in there, there's not really much room to really manoeuvre. But since I'm so small right now..."

And his wings were kind of stubby...

Though not really stubby by pony standards, granted.

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