Bouquet = Buffet · 12:40pm Apr 18th, 2015
It is the finale of the fourth season of My Little Pony, a TV show about friendship and colourful equines. After defeating the evil centaur Tirek, the ponies celebrate in a song about rainbows. In the middle of the song, Discord, the abominable spirit of Chaos hands Princess Celestia, the ruler of all ponies, a bouquet of flowers.
Meanwhile, in a pesky parallel dimension, it is the fourth season of My Furless Human, a holopraphor show about friendship and humanoids in earthy hues. After defeating the evil minotaur Tirek, the humans celebrate in a song about mud. In the middle of the song, Discord, the eldritch demon of Disharmony hands Queen Celestia, the ruler of all humans, a bowl of mixed salad.
The audience, a species of tentacled, floating carnivores who have the odd tradition of giving each other lettuce on various social occasions, of course notices. Some among them, fans of the show (so-called Mannies) and supporters of a pairing they call 'Dislestia' see this as proof in the show that there's something romantic going on between Discord and Celestia. Or has been going on. Or will be going on someday.
After being messaged and asked about the topic, one of the show's screenplay writers, a certain Yh'traccm Na Gem, declared that Discord had meant this as a sign of apology for briefly siding with Tirek.
As a result, there is some argument that Yh'traccm 'sunk the ship', that giving salad as an apology is usually reserved for lovers, former lovers, or father figures, and of course there is, as always, some shouting from the anti-Manny side. After all, the matriarchic society displayed in the show is highly reactionist and watching it means you oppose the masculinist equity movement, nevermind that even some men watch the show.
Meanwhile, in the abyss beyond abysses, the eternal, transcendent Manifestation of Chaos laughs at the mess the multiverse is.
Meanwhile, a bunch of beings across the multiverse, who have all chosen the nickname "Capacitor" pause whilst writing and think of each other for a moment. Then they shudder, hoping never to meet their parallel selves, and finish whatever pointless thing it is they're writing.
