The InvitationFine Dining whistled happily to himself as he walked across his brother's bookshop, intending to pick up the freshly delivered mail that lay in a small pile under the mail slot. A slight bulge occurred at his midsection; however, it was more suggestive of housing an overlarge meal than an adult stallion, even with Fine Dining's height being comparable to Celestia's and his girth more akin to an overweight gryphon than a pony.More Like This
Yet, Fine Dining's belly indeed held an adult stallion - his brother, Night Terror. Between Night Terror's small stature - notably smaller than the average mare - and Fine Dining's stomach's ability to comfortably compact its occupant into the small possible size and then some, Fine Dining held no doubts that he could walk around Canterlot with his brother nestled in his gut and nopony would be the wiser.
"Mail's here," Fine Dining said aloud, partially to himself and partially to his passenger. "Let's see..." He started expertly rifling through the small pile. "B