There was 4 individuals in the hotel dining room. One was a seated griffin and the other 3 were pegasus stallions who were standing a few feet away in front of the griffin who was in the process of tucking a napkin into the collar of their white linen shirt. The hotel wait staff had retreated back into the kitchen. Somewhere in the hotel a grandfather clock chimed 6pm.


The middle standing figure spoke. "Hey! Didn't ya hear me? I said we've chased across 2 territories just ta find ya eatin'! " He pointed at the seated figure's meal. "Dat?!"


Gilda made a final adjustment of her napkin before slightly lifting her head to finally acknowledge those who were her interrupting her meal.


"Look dweebs! I have flown for 2 days so I could enjoy 3 things. A hot bath. A soft bed, and–" She pointed at the plate of spaghetti with the fork in her right hand. "A good plate of spaghetti and meatballs! Do you know how hard it is to get tomatoes out here!"


The griffin pointed at the bar with the fork. "Now losers! Go over to the bar and get yourselves a drink. They've got a fine Chianti. I'll shoot you 3 after I am done eating my dinner!"


The finally drawing I started during my recent old west themed Picarto stream. This was request for Gilda as a Spaghetti Western character. This is the story that popped into my head as I working on the piece.