The two mares ackwardly stared at each other.

"Uh, hi," the blushing pink pony managed to get out from the shock of seein her newfoudn crush in her store.

"H-hello. I, um, just need some punch, and Pinkie Pie recommened yours," Cherilee haltingly said, blushing.

"Yeah, well I do make the best punch, other than Pinkie's of course." Silently cursing Pinkie Pie, Berry turned towards a cabinet, filled with barrels of what was presumably punch.

"How much do I owe you for the bits?" Cherilee asked, still blushing.

"Don't worry, the first barrels free, Miss Cherilee." Cherilee's blush grew into an even brighter shade of red when she heard the mystery pony use her name.

"Oh thank you miss..."

"Berry Punch."

"Good to meet you."

Berry Punch finally managed to get a small bottle of punch out, and wathced Cherilee's cutie mark as she left the store as quickly as possible. 'No, this is my only chance, I will ask her out... to discuss if I can get any of my punch in the kindergarten snack of course.' Steeling her nerves for what she wa about to do she rushed out towards the door, stumbling a bit.

"Wait!"

Surprised by the sudden call Cherilee whirled around to see Berry Punch in her door.

"I don't suppose that we could go to a restaraunt to discuss some business tommorow?"

Blushing, and determinded to finally connect with a mare she might have feelings for, Cherilee answered, "Why, okay, where? When?"

"Maybe six at Bumblebee's Inn?" That was a good time, they were both off of work tommorow, and Bumblebee made some of the best fried hay in the area.

"Okay!"

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The waiter glared at them, probably aware of Cherilee's orientation, and he was known to dislike mare and mare couples.

"Will this be a normal social event, or should I get a closed booth?" his snobbish voice only made that much more difficult for the two mares.

"Just a normal social event, we're discussing how my punch can be integrated into the snacks at the school," Berry Punch said, coming to the rescue of the shocked and blushing Cherilee.

"Right then, this way madams."

Thier table was at the far end of the restaraunt, near a light blue unicorn with a white mane and a cutie mark of a wand who kept taking hige drinks from a flask around her neck, and a pegasus colt with a red mane and white coat wearing blue glasses shaped like a V. His cutie mark was a microphone inside of a pair of headphones. Whenever a waiter came up he started into random rants about food, something he called "dubstep". Whenever this happened his eyes, when visible, started to get out of sync, slowly moving to stare at diffrent directions and snapping back into focus with a blink at the end of the rant.

"So, how long have you been in Ponyville Berry?" Cherilee asked, trying to get a conversation started after a few minutes of ackward silence.

"All my life, I've been raising my daughter, a unicorn here, I think that she's in your class."

"I run the school here, so she must be, what does she look like?"

"Well she- augh!" Berry Punch's description was cut off by the blue pony walking up to their tabel and putting her front hooves on it, looking closer she was blushing and smelled heavily of alcohol.

"You two filly foolers should get out of the Great and Powerful Trixie's sight! The Great and Powerful Trixie does not need to look at such a mockery of natural order, she demands that you leave this premsise at once!" she demanded in a pompous voice, a familair voice.

"Trixie, not only are you boasting but you are drunk, either leave us alone, or I will get the waiter to kick you out," Berry demanded of the arrogant pony, a waiter had already noticed the disturbence and begun moving his way towards the rowdy show pony.

"Madam, please return to your table and leave these two ladies alone, or you will be ejected from this establishment. Grunbling, the showpony began to make her way towards the exit, but not before the red maned pony called out to her.

"I'm not gay! Just sayin'..." he blurted out, seemingly at random. Trixie stopped, and looked him over.

"The Great and Powerful Trixie will allow you to be graced by her great and powerful presence, though you do not deserve of it," came the answer.

The colt bounced up, and out, behind Trixie as they both left the building, the waiter turned at asked for thier orders, a few minutes later the two mares were sharing a meal and conversation.

Nobody knows when, but at some point they turned from just friends, into something more.

And the both of them were happy with each other anyway.