“Hey Pinkie? We got a customer waiting. I know you’re on your break, but I got my hands full back here. Can handle it for me?”

“Sure thing, Tip Top!” Pinkie Pie replied to her co-worker, stuffing the last of her fries into her mouth. “I just finished up, anyway.”

Stepping out of the break room and into the kitchen, she quickly grabbed her 2XL apron and tied it around her chunky waist. She had been gaining quite a bit of weight lately, so much so that she had already outgrown two uniforms. It certainly didn’t help that she was constantly working around such fattening foods.

She was just thankful her new uniform was holding up well for now.

As she crossed through the kitchen, Pinkie stopped for a second to put her hair up, turning to find her co-worker dealing with a towering stack of dirty dishes. “Thanks for the help, Pinkie. I owe you one,” Tip Top said as she gave a greasy plate a hard scrubbing. “And good luck out there. Judging from how HUGE that girl is, it’s gonna be one heck of an order. I thought poor Greasy Joe was gonna cry when he saw her walk in.”

With her notebook ready to go, Pinkie scoffed at the notion of a customer being too much for her. “Come on. You know me! I’ve dealt with all kinds of customers. Fat ones, skinny ones, mean ones, creepy ones. How hard can this one order be?”

“Alright, but don’t say I didn’t warn you,” Tip Top shrugged as Pinkie exited the kitchen and made her way up to the counter, ready to greet the customer.

“Hello, there! How can I… yai… yai…” She came to an immediate halt as soon as she saw who was waiting for her.

“Oh, hey Pinkie. About time someone’s takin’ my order.” Applejack sluggishly greeted through her round, chubby cheeks.