Your stomach growls as you smell the baked goods of the famous Sugarcube Corner; Ponyville's premier bakery that employs the Party Pony Pinkie Pie. A flash of inspiration strikes you: Pinkie knows everypony. Every
pony. She could help you find this suspect, even if he's new to town. Especially if he's new to town, now that you think about it.
And a doughnut wouldn't hurt to put a dent in this sudden hunger.
Surprisingly, Sugarcube Corner isn't so busy this morning. You manage to walk in without having to hold the door for anyone or having it held for you, and there's no line. A few ponies straggling about at different tables, reading books or magazines as they sip hot, sugary beverages in easily the best smelling place in Ponyville.
You're still marveling a bit at the lack of crowd when-
You nearly jump out of your skin, wings flaring as you hop in surprise at the voice from behind you.
Turning around, you laugh nervously as a pair of pink hooves suddenly squish you so hard you're worried you'll pop.
"P-Pinkie!" you stammer at the older mare. No matter how often it happens it feels awkward. When you were younger it was fine, but now, having grown up and all that….
"How's my beige buddy? You hardly visit the bakery anymore, and Mrs. Cake keeps asking about when you and Sweetie are gonna-"
She giggles as she loosens her grip on you, holding you out at hoofs length to look you over like she always does.
Her smile fades to a concerned frown.
"You look like a puff without it's filling," she says softly, turning your head to the left and right as though inspecting a faulty toy, "Hmm. Yes, yes. I see. You need Pinkie's Pick-Me-Up right away!" She turns toward the counter, "Pound Cake!"
A young colt, similar to you in colors, hops onto the counter with a grand smile.
"One PMU on the double! In fact, make it a double!"
"I don't think we've ever tried that, Pinkie," Pound Cake says with doubt.
"Does this look like a pony who doesn't need it?" Pinkie says, turning you to face the young lad.
He cringes visibly, "Ooh. Yeah, no. Double Trouble coming up!" and disappears behind the counter again.
"Meanwhile," Pinkie says, lifting you from the floor and carrying you to a table like you weigh nothing, "My little Puff, here, is gonna tell me why he looks like he was partying with Luna for a week. You didn't do that, did you? Because if you did, that's awesome and I demand you tell me about it."
>Tell her>Don't tell her>Just say you've been having trouble sleeping>Tell her why you're here>Player choice