Blue Eyed Melloon
"Is it?" laughed Ikebana, taking the extra cookie from Candy Dandy's hoof, taking another bite of the treat. He enjoyed the flavor more than he generally did sweets -- having a French mother and a Japanese father, Ikebana tended to like subtle flavors and easily felt over-sweetened when eating regular Phonyland desserts. But Candy Dandy's cookies that evening were just how he liked his cookies to be, well-textured without being dry, light without being insubstantial, sweet without being overwhelming. A perfect reception-food.
"I always thought four was the bad-luck number, but I believe you. I think I can safely stop at fourteen, though. As it is, I'll be doing judo with my brother tomorrow already..." sighed the stallion, but his eyes were light with good-humor. He, too, looked around the reception, pleased at the turnout and the happiness he saw around him.
"It is nice, isn't it?" Ikebana murmured, nodding at their surroundings. "Weddings."
