Removed as many spaces to cut it to three posts...This is when they met.

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>Roasting Hops tightened the table saddle's girth
>a platter of drinks, balanced across the saddle's beams.
>"Watch your step out there, Hops" came her boss' words.
>Hops had been distracted all day; stumbling into customers.
>spilling precious drops of their drink.
>She just nodded, then waded back into the thick press of equines.

>It wasn't just equines tonight.
>a mated couple, griffons, came in with a kirin.
>A sort of dragon/lion/unicorn cloven hooved thing.
>Their magic was not compatible with pony magics.

>But their coin was. "Hey welcome to the Salted Cider have a seat I'll be right back"