Featherweight wanted to make it up to Silver Spoon for bumping her. So he directed her to the food court. "Again I'm so sorry for bumping into you back there!" said a rather shaken Featherweight. Rubbing the back of her neck, Silver Spoon reassures the nervous colt that she is indeed fine.
"So." Silver Spoon says clearing her throat. "What's your excuse to coming her?" She says trying to not make things awkward. Featherweight sat there with a hint a skeptical and passion in his eyes. "Are you kidding? Look at his place!" Gesturing around the museum.
Silver Spoon didn't notice this at first because her visions a little fuzzy, but even something as plain and simple as a food court was beautifully decorated with prosthetic foods and the trademark brightly colored walls. Featherweight continued "This place is a landmark; famous ponies from all over Equestria have their works here. I've fantasized having my photos here!"
Silver Spoon was astonished. She knew exactly what it felt to have a dream as extravagant as his. She remembered back in their filly days Featherweight would take pictures of everything. She decided to talk, "Wow, Featherweight I didn't realize this was such a big deal too you."
Featherweight was nodding to that fact as he was fumbling inside his saddle bag for something. He took out is camera and pressed a small button to the side, revealing a compartment on the back. It then busted with various black and white photos. He took them out and handed it to Silver Spoon, "These are the kind of pictures I would put up. I mean they aren't that great but they're great to me!" Featherweight said with a shrug.
Skimming through the pictures Silver Spoon was impressed. Wow, he really has a knack for this stuff huh. It would be nicer if it were in color but-. She stopped thinking at the moment one particular picture caught her eye. She stuttered to get the words out, "Sp-sp-s-Spider-Colt? What?" in her hooves was the same picture of Spider-Colt from the newsletter?
Silver Spoon then remembers that Featherweight works for the Canterlot Gazette. She was able to speak clearly there afterwards "I've seen this picture before, were you the one who took the picture of him?" she asked the pegasus. He looked at her blankly for a second but then quickly validated her question. "Uh, yeah I took the picture." He chuckled "why? You know him?"
Silver Spoon ruffled her mane a little, thinking of all the possible things. 'Spider-Colt saved my life! If I could meet him maybe I could say thanks or something? No what are you thinking Silver! He's just a hero? No a regular pony in spandex… formfitting spandex... No that's worse Silver, I mean. You're not in high school anymore, you can't just get a crush a "celebrity" you're past that...' Silver Spoon bit her lower lip a little and answered Featherweight, "Uh, yeah. Yeah I, um, met him; so to speak. He, um actually saved me. Not like in a religious way no that would be weird I mean um. You- you know what I mean." Silver was still baffled by the fact that just yesterday she was saved from being run over by a carriage.
Featherweight slowly put his pictures back into his compartment and listened to Silver Spoon's stammering trying to make out what she's saying. Little by little, his eyes were growing wider. He decided to jump in, one because he finally figured out what she meant, and two because ponies are starting to stare which is really embarrassing. "Yeah, yeah I get what you mean. You know, the newspaper that I work for really despises Spider-Colt for some reason. "He coughed a little before continuing with his tidbits," I don't know why my editor doesn't like him. He's just doing his job like any other pony. He helps local ponies that seem to be in trouble, Spider-Colt helps the ponies that seem like a small problem for the Harmony or the Princesses. He used to be sighted in Manehattan, but for some reason he's been doing his heroics here in Canterlot. He's a really cool stallion."
With that last line, Silver's ears perked up. She wanted to say something but her throat seemed dry and the bottled water Featherweight bought for here wasn't helping all that much. She needed to stretch her legs, and it was practically past lunch and she hasn't eaten anything since breakfast. Silver sighed for a second and asked the daydreaming colt next to her, "Hey, Featherweight? Wanna get something to eat?"