>You trudge slowly back to the market.
>Was this a good decision?
>You knew damn well it wasn't.
>You simply didn't care anymore.
>With the way these ponies treated you, no one would really miss you if you starved to death.
>Your arrival at the market brings you out of your thoughts.
>You find what you're looking for quickly.
>Berry Punch's stand.
>As per usual, the magenta pony is half drunk, half asleep at her post.
>You tap the counter a few times to get her attention.
>"Wha- Huzzere? Oh, hey Anonnn... Would you like to buy something?" she slurs out.
Yeah, two bottles of whatever you have that's cheap.
>You knock on her door three times.
>She's there within a few seconds, reciting her trademark phrase.
>"Welcome to Carousel Boutique, where everything is chic, unique, and magnifique!"
Hey Rarity.