Outside 75 Godiva Street, Monday morning

Pinkie loved her some Monday mornings, especially bright sunny ones, when lots of townspeople would be out and about to say hello to. This morning, she was wearing her very finest designer saddle bags (a gift from Rarity last Hearth's Warming Eve) as she trotted down Godiva Street to do some morning shopping. She knew most folks she passed by name at least and greeted them with a bright smile and a wave.

All was right in Pinkie Land. It almost always was.

( In which the talking pink pony meets the grumpy hitter and proves to be just as real as people have told him she is. )

[ooc: That's right, it's so slow today at work that I just handcoded a preplay with myself. I regret nothing!]