Thanks to the mouse, Brainstorm is now on a date with Silverdollar.

Brainstorm’s heart sank as the mouse was now underneath the corset he was wearing. The mouse’s body was now wedged between his side and the corset, as he was carried over to a fancy restaurant in the city. When they got into the restaurant, Silverdollar gave the stallion at the podium 10 bits to allow them to be seated right away. The restaurant looked really expensive. There were pictures hanging on the wall, and there was even a stage for shows. “I wonder what kind of shows they perform here?” he thought, as he took his seat.

The waiter came over. “Pardon me, what would you two like to have us serve you?”
“I’ll have the Hey’l Lasagna, and a salad for the lady, and two waters.” he asked, without even asking ‘Tickles’ what ‘she’ wanted. Brainstorm was annoyed, he wanted the Spaghetti and was really hungry. Silverdollar whispered something in the waiter’s ear and gave him more bits. “This guy sure is wealthy.” he thought to himself. As they waited on their lunch, Silverdollar asked, “So, Tickles. How did you get that named?”

“Well you see…”, he then came up with a story. “It is actually my nickname. I was known to laugh a lot back in my old town until I was tickled pink.” Brainstorm explained. Silverdollar responded with a “I see.” “So tell me, what is your real name?” Silverdollar asked. “Sorry, but I only tell my closest friends and family my actual name.” responded Brainstorm, making up an excuse to not think of a real name.

“Besides, we’ve only just met.” Brainstorm said. There lunch arrived, the lasagna was fuming with the scent of cheese, and the salad didn’t look too bad either. “This will also count as your dinner Tickle Pickles.” said Silverdollar. “Tickle Pickles?!” Brainstorm angrily thought. “We’ve just met and he’s already calling me pet names!? And what kind of name is Tickle Pickles?! That has to be the corniest name I have ever heard!?” he thought still.The mouse caught scent of the food, and crawled around his side to his belly, and then moves up to his chest.

Brainstorm giggled as the bulge in ‘his’ dress drew closer to his chest. He covered his chest with his hooves, trying to hide the mouse. He knew the mouse must have been hungry, so he grabbed a piece of lettuce with his teeth, open the top of the dress slightly, and ‘accidentally’ dropped the lettuce piece down the front. The mouse caught the piece in it’s mouth. “Oops. I guess I’ll save this one for later.” Brainstorm said giggling, as the mouse climbed down to his belly.

Suddenly the lights started to dim. “What is going on?” Brainstorm asked.
“Looks like the show is about to begin.” Silverdollar said excitingly.