fandomtownies | Luke's Diner, Saturday

Miguel clopped into the diner and scowled at the staff. Waking up as a pony hadn't been in his plans today. Especially a black and red one with the spider from his suit on his butt. Good thing his identity wasn't exactly secret around here.

The cook-pony looked up at him from where he was trying to get a pot onto the stove using his mouth, and shrugged. The dishwasher busied himself spraying dishes down by holding the spray between two hooves. Miguel glowered at the still two-legged busboy. "Right. You're making me coffee, then you're on chef's assistant for the day." He pointed a hoof at the coffee machine. "Get started."

There was no specials board up today, because hooves and chalk didn't work well together, and he couldn't have the poor busboy do everything. If people wanted food, they would just have to ask for it. If they got nasty, he would damn well poke them with his horn.

Luke's was open!