“Alright,” Snapshot said in acknowledgement as he jumped down from the bench and set off. He looked around as they went, intent to give the tourist-like impression of his persona, following the streets by a memorized route and not through any sort of path-finding skill. “You know, we have these cloud spires that most pegasi live in, in Los Pegasus,” he said as he and Spring passed by a particularly tall hotel. “They’re like big, vertical apartment complexes. Way taller than that.” The whole trip of several blocks and a climb up the hill saw just as many comparisons between Fillydelphia and cloud cities and, in his excitement, Snapshot developed the walk of a toy soldier, strutting along with his legs straight well before his hooves met the pavement. “It’s kind of weird, really, you can just punch a hole in a cloud if you want to, so there aren’t any walls. Except for maybe the old war rooms and [i]mare[/i] are those cool—oh.” Snapshot nearly bumped into the front door of the restaurant he had been headed toward. [i]Nearly lost myself in the act…that’s a little embarrassing,[/i] he thought as his muzzle scrunched up.

	Inside, the owner of the small restaurant greeted them and set them to a table outside, on the raised patio that overlooked the street. Neighly Avenue was hardly the busiest thoroughfare, but it was well traveled and hosted a number of businesses, marked or otherwise. The waiter came around in short order, exchanged knowing eye contact with Snapshot, took the pair’s orders with a smile, and hustled back inside.

	“Not that I’ve asked, but what about you?” Snapshot offered as he leaned against the table. “You from Filly? Or did you move here too?”