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// FoME's Soured Relationship (Bubble Butt's "Can I Have it, Too?") 
// Story: Never the Final Word (Vol. 2) 
// by FanOfMostEverything 
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"You!" cried Trixie, posing and pointing for maximum dramatic effect.

Maud blinked. "Hi."

Starlight looked back and forth between them. "Have you two met before?"

"This is the slavedriver who oversaw Trixie's labor on that thrice-accursed rock farm!"

"You kept trying to take a break every five minutes."

Trixie harrumphed and tossed her mane. "Trixie is a delicate creature ill-suited for such things."

Maud's expression didn't move, and hadn't since she entered the grotto. "Then you probably shouldn't have gotten a job on a rock farm."

Starlight bit her lip. "Uh, how about we try to make this into a learning experience? You know, how to say the right thing to get ponies to want to be your friends?"

Trixie scoffed. "Trixie has little interest in befriending a mare so dedicated to making her miserable."

"That was Limestone."

"Limestone?" Starlight turned from Maud back to Trixie. "Who's—"

Trixie shivered, sweating to the point of froth as her pinprick pupils stared at nothing. "Stay off Holder's Boulder. Stay off Holder's Boulder. STAY OFF HOLDER'S—!"

In a blink, Maud had her hoof pressed against Trixie's muzzle. She turned to Starlight. "Limestone has that effect on ponies."

Starlight swallowed against the sudden lump in her throat. "Ah."