Hungry and Bored make an interesting combo...

[Sea Doo]

A large smile spread across her face. "Ziba! The beauty of not having anything to do is that no one can tell you when to stop! Schedules aren't necessary because you do whatever you feel like for however long you like!"

Sea Doo, muttering to herself through mouthfuls, practically inhaled her scrumptious, chocolate brownie and reached for her tiny, purple purse when she was finished. "I'm gonna pay and then you're going to have some fun!" She searched only briefly for her wallet, pulled it out and grabbed a few bills. Laying them on the table, she slid from the booth, reshouldering her bag.

"Oh, come on! There's nothing to be bad at!" Doodles grasped the colt's foreleg and pulled him to his feet. "Now, are you ready to go?"

[Becka *Pone*]

Ziba blushed as she explained what not doing anything was about. He was quite convinced he wouldn't like it, but he might as well try, afterall, he had nothing else to do.

When she grabbed his hoof to pull him up, he quickly grabbed his bag, slinging it over his shoulder (almost falling over with the momentum of the heavy thing), and grabbed his planner, a few papers spilling out onto the table. So much for bowling club and debate fliers. He could get more.

"Ready. I guess."

[Sea Doo]

Sea Doo swiped the papers from the table top. Luckily, most had landed clear of the water droplets. She gave them to Ziba. "Ok. So where do you want to go first?"

The sea-colored pony was already moving towards the door to the Cafe, her two-toned tail swinging like a pendulum behind her. She turned around only when she reached the exit. "It's all up to you. I can do nothing any day." She grinned and pushed the door open for him to walk out. "What would you like to do?"

[Becka *Pone*]

What did he want to do? He wanted to go to Soccer practice. Or to drama. Or even triathalon. "Well, I have to drop this application off at the bookstore?" It may not be what she was looking for, but it did have to get done.

Following her to the door, he reached over her shoulder to hold it for her to go out without thinking. He wasn't used to fillies trying to hold the door for him. When he realized what she was doing, he blushed slightly and pulled his arm down, walking out the door very self-conciously.

(OOC: sorry for all the delays with Ziba. Now that I'm out of the battle I can get back to my other charries. And we can start a new post elsewhere saying they already dropped off the app, since Spooky has disappeared again).