Moabite

"Good evening, ma'am," greeted the maitre d'. "Would you like a table?" Pinkie Pie inclined her head slightly at the strange suggestion.  "No thank you," she replied. "They don't match the rest of my furniture." Her host stared, unamused, at the pink pony. "Then how can I help you today?" "Reservation for two," said Pinkie, smiling broadly. "Name of Markie Sparks." The maitre d' ran a hoof down an open page in her ledger until she came to a matching line. Putting the book away, she picked up two menus and led Pinkie Pie to a small unoccupied table next to th