Nivalia lightly tenses as Photo Finish bursts into the shop, followed by Lyra doing the same thing. She keeps quiet as she's cut off, grinding her teeth in agitation. Deciding to get the coffee afterward, Nivalia pays for the muffin and thanks the shopkeeper for his service. Taking her baked good by the hoof she trots over to a vacant space a bit remote from the other patrons. Looking a little defeated, she places her muffin on the table, reaches into her bag and pulls out several papers. They are filled with scrawled notes and charts as well as a photo of several flora. Before she can even take a bite of her treat, she sneezes again. This time a pair of wings shoot up before immediately disappearing again, not even noticed by the mare herself. Disconnected from the rest of the shop, she begins her reading as her pet rests quietly on her shoulders.

"Why is everyone coming in here looking for coffee?" Choc muttered to himself. "It seems that an investment I should make in the future is a better coffee machine. And someone to work it." Choc watched from behind the counter at the busy room. Choc, who was on the lookout for trouble, was keeping an eye on Nivalia. As she sat down and started pulling out files, she sneezed again, and a pair of wings shot out, then shot back in. And it seemed that Choc wasn't the only one suspicious now. Princess Celestia was also eyeing Nivalia with a suspicious look, and was whispering to Princess Cadance about something. If, Choc's suspicions were correct, then it left a few questions. Who is this mare? Is she a changeling? And if so why is she eating? If not, could she be another Shifter? No, the odds of that last one are incredibly few. Choc had no doubt in his mind that Nivalia was a changeling, and the longer she stays in his store, and in proximity to the two Princesses (and Lyra, come to think of it) after the catastrophe at Cadance's wedding, the more likely the shop wouldn't last 'till closing time.

Cadance was slowly chewing and listening to Celestia when she saw Photofinish walk in. After listening to her she rolled her eyes and met them with Celestia's before another pony walked in.
"Huh, I didn't think I would se e Lyra after the wedding." She smiled at her before looking at Celestia. "Did I see what?" The princess whispered back still chewing and turned her head to look at Nivalia.
"No I didn't. Is there something wrong?" She was beginning to feel something strange was happening in this shop.

The earth pony grinned and clapped her front hooves together, "Ahhh, brilliant! I knew you vould see sings my vay! Right after vee finish up 'ere, you and I schould be on our way to create 'Zee Magics'!" she replied in a rather dramatic fashion, even stooping into a theatrical pose at her last two words.

Photofinish then huffed a bit as she looked to her watch, the career-focused pony was feeling even more pressed for time. Who knows, maybe this mare can be very kind and considerate when she has a day off, but during the time of work she is like a freight train. So focused to stay on track of things  and bulldoze through everything according to schedule, meeting deadlines, cramming in as many photo shoots as possible at once, meetings, more meetings, more photoshoots and more often than not she comes across as brash and rude. Seemingly not taking consideration for others when she is so tunnel-visioned in the middle of the excitement of her work.

The Fashion Photographer tapped a hoof while she waited for her order to be ready and once she was, the mare left a small bag filled with bits on the counter before taking her order. If couted there was a fair bit of a tip in it as well. Whether Photofinish was being generous or maybe she really didn't have the time to count her Bits, no one knows.
"I, Photofinisch, thank you." she told the employee before taking a seat at a table with her back to the princesses - surprisingly she still hadn't noticed them yet.

Seconds later an all too familiar irritated noise came out from Photofinish's mouth; quickly drawing the attention of the Make Up Artist accompanying her.
"Ugh, I said to make schure zat zer vere not too many almonds!" she complained with a frown.
The Make Up Artist pony, Powder Rouge, then quickly moved to her side to remove some of the almond toppings.
"Not enough!" Photofinish cried out.
So, Powder Rouge put some back on.
"Too much!"
Some were taken off again.
"Not enough!"
Some more were put back on.
"Too much!"
Once again more were taken off.
"I said not enough!"
More almonds were put back on again, this time, it was quite possible that these were the exact amount as there were on originally.
"Perfect!"
The Make Up Artist sighed a little, using every bit of her will power to not roll her eyes. She found her self feeling a sense of De Ja Vu, back when she did Fluttershy's make up some time ago.

Meanwhile the pale pink Manedresser had approached Nivilia with an apologetic look. She brushed her short, sharp mane out of the way from her eyes. She blinked with surprise when the papers scattered and motioned to help until the Changeling-in-disguise had gathered them all back up in her green magic. It was then she finally spoke up to her, "Excuse me. My name is Vidala Swoon, I just wanted to apologise on her behalf for earlier. Photofinish has just been really stressed as of late and has a tendency to be rather short to other ponies at times... well a lot of the time. Are you okay? You seem to have some allergies - it's not because of the perfume I am wearing, is it?"


((I only found out today that these two accompanying Photofinish actually have names! That's pretty cool! ))

"What?!!" Cadance said out loud but quickly brought her hooves to cover her mouth looking around. "Are you sure?" She whispered leaning in again. "What should we do? If it isn't causing trouble we can't just attack it..."

Nivalia looks up to Vidala, placing her papers down as she spoke. When the manedresser asked about her and her allergy, the changeling couldn't help but warmly smile at the gesture. "Oh your perfume is fine, lovely actually. My allergies are from work, sniffles are something a botanist could do without." Nivalia glances over to Photofinish, "You don't need to apologize. I've gotten like that at t-" Before she can continue, she pauses as another sneeze looms ahead. After a moment of silence, she takes a deep breath, "Ok, sorry. Anyway I w-" An even louder sneeze erupts from Nivalia, the mare turning away just in time to avoid hitting Vidala with it. Under the table, her hind legs quickly erupt in a green flame, revealing her channeling anatomy for a brief moment before changing back to her disguised self. "Sorry again. But yea, don't worry about it."

“I’m positive,” Celestia whispered. “You’re quite right. Not to mention that if we did attack, we don’t know how she’d react… and under no circumstances will I risk the safety of the ponies present.” Referring to the changeling as “she” was automatic- Celestia had long learned from diplomatic missions that it was rarely wise to refer to a sentient creature as an “it”. Something she may have to rethink, she reflected, since she couldn’t tell for sure if the changeling was male or female. Or she could possibly be some third previously unidentified gender that was specific to changelings. She thought a moment, considering. She finally spoke quietly.

“We must take stock of the possibility that she merely lives in Canterlot and is doing no harm whatsoever.” Celestia hoped with all her heart that this was the case. “However,” her expression turned grim. “We must also consider the possibility that she is impersonating another pony who is imprisoned somewhere, and draining love from Canterlot’s inhabitants.” Celestia took a deep breath. “Quite honestly, I think our best chance is to talk to her. Find out what she’s doing in Canterlot. If she is innocent of any wrongdoing, she should have nothing to fear from us. However, to be the safe side, we should either persuade her to come with us to somewhere more private or subtly evacuate the bakery. But your counsel is very important to me, what do you think we should do?”

Just then, the baker walked up, asking if something was wrong. Celestia straightened up and gave him a calm smile. It was of utmost importance that they did not cause a panic. “Oh no, we are quite alright. Just enjoying these delicious donuts.” Out of her peripheral, she continued watching Nivalia closely. Her eyes widened every so slightly as the changeling’s true anatomy was briefly revealed. Things were getting out of hoof. It was only a matter of time before somepony else noticed… oh no. Temporarily forgetting about Choc, Celestia's head swiveled to look at Nivalia full-on. She watched as Photofinish approached the changeling and spoke to her, her words too quiet to be heard. Did Photofinish know? What could she possibly be speaking to Nivalia about?