"No, no." I stopped him. "We've already got our orders ready." After taking our orders, Solar Flare stepped back into what I could see was a kitchen area and gave the piece of paper with our orders on it to a dark blue earth pony with a light brown mane at the stovetop, the cutie mark of a spatula on his flanks. The pony nodded and began to prepare our orders as Solar Flare stepped back behind the bar. We talked again for a short while before he excused himself to help some other customers who had entered the building while we were talking.