She hadn't known what to expect when she'd realized that Spike had been steering toward a doughnut shop of all things. The pony behind the corner hadn't been surprised at all to see them, and had happily gotten them some fresh, warm food. The place didn't serve dinner, precisely, but it had a lunch menu, and with a chipper declaration that it was always lunchtime somewhere, the employee had fixed them a pile of sandwiches, a couple of bowls of soup, and some lemonade to drink. On the house, too.