"Why~ am I sitting in the middle of no-where, standin' here with nothin' to do~!"
>You hear erratic hoofsteps coming from the kitchen as well as the sound of your fridge being rummaged through.
>Rolling your eyes, you sigh and get up from your living room couch, marking your page before putting your book down.
>"Wonderin' if I really love you! Oh-oh! I guess that I do~!"
>Bracing yourself for the sight to come, you take in a deep breath and walk into your kitchen.
>Your fridge's door is wide open and the perpetrator's round flank is sticking out.
>Her navy blue tail is swishing back and forth while she does a shimmy-kind of dance on her hind hooves, singing a catchy tune.
>"Oooh I do. I know we have a chemistry--Oh hi, Anon," Echo says nonchalantly at your cross-armed figure, holding a plate of cake as she retreats from the fridge.
>Stacked on the table behind her is a pile of your fridge's wares, which mostly consists of various fruits, vegetables and tofu.
>You hated tofu, but god damn it's better than grass or hay. 
>You give her a glare which she dismisses, kicking the fridge door shut and turning to her prize.
"Do you seriously have to take everything out from my fridge?"
>No point in even asking how she got into your house at this point in your life.
>She ignores you, picking through a batch of leeks and grabbing the bag of lychee underneath.
>"Hey, where'd you get these? I didn't think they had 'em this far into the mainland," she asks, her amber eyes locked on the spiky red fruits.
"The market, where else?" 
>You sigh, walking to the table and grabbing a pile of stuff to put back into the fridge.
>It seems she doesn't understand the concept of a fridge, for some reason.
>Using two of her hooves, she raises one of the small fruits to her mouth and begins to peel away at the skin with her fangs.
>It's kind of adorable.
"So, you're just gonna eat it? You know, the lychee that I bought. With my money."
>"Mhmm," she responds, eating the peeled fruit whole.
>You sigh.
>She does pay you back, at least.
>And you like her company.
>She might be a little... eccentric, but she makes the boring Canterlot life a little bearable. 
>You finish storing the last of your food back into your fridge, taking a seat in front of Echo while she eats the last of your lychee.
"So, what brings you to the hoo-man's house?"
>She giggles, no doubt remembering her first time meeting you and calling you that.
>"Actually, I was gonna ask you if you wanted to go to a new restaurant with me."
>Always with the food.
"A new restaurant? Now?"
>She nods.
"You just ate all of my lychee," you point out.
>"Mere appetizer," she shoots back, grinning.
"Alright then. Where is it?"
>She looks up and answers thoughtfully, "You know where that ice cream parlour was in Middle Canterlot District? That closed down?"
>You shrug. Shops open and close all the time in the big city.
>"Well, yeah, there. Not too far from here."
"Okay. What kind of restaurant?"
>Echo flashes a grin before taking a disinterested look on her face
>"Sushi."
>Your heart skips a beat.
"...Sushi?"
>"Mhmm."
"What kind of sushi?"
>"Japonies sushi."
"Yes--but, like... fish?"
>"Yup."
"Fish? They have fish sushi? Like salmon sushi?"
>"Uh-huh."
"Wait, really?"
>"Ponies can eat fish. In small amounts, at least. They're still kinda iffy on that but hey, it's progress."
"Is it... is this all-you-can-eat?"
>"Eeyus. Oh and, personally, I can eat a lot of this stuff. There was one sushi bar back at--"
>She screeches as you grab her with one arm and practically bolt out the door.
>Sushi is love.
>Sushi is life.

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>"Irasshaimase."
>The old man behind the sushi counter gives you a cursory glance when you walk in
>You aren't alone, of course
>"So they eat this stuff raw?" Echo asks, flying up to press her nose against the glass. "This is my kinda place!"
>Silently the old man prepares omakase, knife flashing as he prepares each dish
>He offers plates of sashimi, like brighty-colored jewels. "Dozo, koumori-sama."
>Echo is bottomless as she devours course after course
>Furiously the old man works to keep up to her pace, even long after she's left you behind
>It becomes a dance between the two, bat and sushi master
>Sweat drips down their foreheads, their faces set with grim concentration
>In Japan, great chefs live for great eaters
>You sit back and watch the spectacle, your belly stuffed with fish
>It takes over two hours to settle the bout
>Echo, despite her youth and metabolism, is no match for the old master
>When the bat pony motions for no more, the man bows his head, his eyes closed, a small smile playing across his lips
>"I'll get you, old man," Echo puffs, struggling to breathe as she clasps a hoof to her distended belly. "Next time, you hear me? Mark my words!"
>"Next time," the man echoes, in halting English
>He catches your eye and you both laugh
>Echo lowers herself from the counter and drags herself toward the door. "Bluugh.."
>She protests briefly when you pick her up, but she's already half-asleep in your arms by the time you reach your car
>The look on her face is angelic when you gently set her in the passenger seat
>Looks like you have a new favorite sushi joint