"Yup! Just us enjoying the yummy donaughts haha." Cadance tried acting natural. "In fact can I have another one to go?" She smiled and floated more bits to him.

"Hey Choc, could you be a dear and also grab me a croissant. I've been starvin' all mornin'." She trotted to the counter. Lyra typically was in a good mood, but after being chosen to be a model, her day got eve better.

"Nifalia! Mhmm, certainly has a nice ring to it, don't you sink?" Photofinish asked her associates but didn't quite wait for an answer. Vidala relucantly accepted the business card as Photofinish hoofed over her own to the Changeling, "Nonsense darlin', nonsense! If anysing your physique has attitude and pizzazz - or even ozerwise, given your skill-"
"Photofinish," Powder Rouge spoke up, "friendly reminder that your three o'clock has been moved to one o'clock."
The blue mare let out a gasp and started shoving her associates out the door, "WE GO!" she yelled before disappearing from the shop.

Nivalia takes Photofinish's card and puts it in her bag. After the fashionista and her entourage exit, the changeling looks over to the other patrons of the shop. Lyra's stare was one thing, but the gaze of the Princesses made her anxiety grow. Securing the last of her things, Nivalia gets up from her seat and makes her way to the door; her eyes stay focused on the floor as her ears fold back. As soon as she exits the shop, the mare picks up her pace, her breaths quickening as she tries to leave the area as fast as possible. Caprica tightens her grip around Nivalia's shoulders to keep herself from falling off.

As the ponies filed out of the bakery one by one, Choc smiled to himself. What a day. A changeling, two princesses, a celebrity, a soldier. Today had it all. He took off his apron, hung it on it's hook, and cleared out the cash register, placing the money into a safe in the back room. "Ok everypony, we're closing up for the day. If you could all please leave pretty soon, that would be great." Choc announced to the remaining customers.