It was another lovely Saturday afternoon. Once again Titus, Caramel, Hooves, and Thunderlane were seated at their table outside of their little coffee shop. All three stallions had ordered their usual drinks while Titus, feeling a bit adventurous this week, had decided to get some tea. The tea, of course, tasted absolutely awful, but he had spent five bits on it and he was doing to be damned if he wasn’t going to drink every last drop.