Separate names with a comma.
"Hey, Mom, who's this?" Raven asked, walking up to the two. "This is Mat." Maya broke the hug. "Mat, Raven."
Maya grabbed and hugged him. "Come see me more often, that's what!"
"Over here." Maya stood. "Right now."
"Do I? Wait, Mat?"
Maya waved from her table. "Hey. Can I call you Candy?"
"Yeah, I do." Maya did whatever was needed to put the slide in.
"Not sure anypony here has one," Raven said.
"Hmm..." Maya tilted her head. "I don't have one, either. Crap, I usually have what I need."
Maya caught the projector slide. "Have a projector?" Raven nodded. "Cricket has cool stories."
She cleared her throat and started strumming her guitar. After a moment, she sang, "That's the life of a Mary Sue... Nopony likes your stories but...
"I just thought of a song," Raven spoke up.
"Sure. Go for it."
You're welcome.
"Well, dude." She parted the fur around her throat, revealing an old, deep, permanent scar. "Neither do I."
"I'm saying I may be retired, but I'll still end you if you hurt my friends."
"Well, you use it on any of my customers, I'll kick your ass myself. Otherwise, have fun!~"
"Hope you're not planning on using that spell," Maya said seriously.
Asmo shrugged. "You should go check."
"Fair enough." Dusty reached down into one of the many saddlebags below the counter and produced a few papers and pens. "There you are."
<frog spashes>
