User blog comment:Guildmaster Grovyle/JLE Role Play, Fall 2015/@comment-24422626-20150903034745


 * Discord spends a moment admiring the row of cutlery laid out before him until the waiter clears his throat.*

Waiter: Would you gentlemen like to order your drinks now?

Discord: I'll take a glass of chocolate milk, thank you. ...Actually, make that two bottles.

Waiter: ...Of course.

Long-Face: Smudge is a gentlepony. I think that might be my next errand, actually... Tracking him down in the muck of Maretropolis's underworld.

* After several minutes of chatting with Kick, Glaive rises from his seat.*

Glaive: Well, I just wanted to check on you. I'd better start heading back to base...

Kick: Thanks for coming. Maybe you can catch Vega on the way out.

* Glaive embraces his friend around the head and leaves the room.*