Inside, a sleepy-looking old batpony colt in a white cloth cap ladled a thick, beige fluid from a large copper canister out into a tall glass cup, then served it to one of the waiting customers, who picked it up and took a drink. It looked kind of like a vanilla milkshake. When the strange drink-server heard the cluttering of hooves, feet, and armor heading towards his stall, he glanced up, and then his mouth dropped open as he stared in wide-eyed astonishment at their group.