"Well, this is nice." Granyl said, eyeing the bench. He took a moment to simply stare, wondering if something would pop out from under this one. After around ten seconds of hesitation, he joined her in sitting down. He eyed some flowers across the path from the bench, of multiple colors. He admired them for a moment, glancing between them and Midnight. He considered picking one, but figured some ponies wouldn't be too happy about that, so he crossed it out. "So, what exactly do you do for that Mayor Mare, anyways?"