“Daddy’s sending me to the prestigious University of Canterlot.” Diamond Tiara waited for the right reaction.
“That’s nice.” Without looking up, Apple Bloom continued adjusting her cider-o-matic.
“Canterlot.”
“Ah heard. Pass the wrench while you’re here?”
“Which means,” continued Diamond in her talking-to-slow-ponies voice, “I’ll be away for a year.”
“Great. Send letters.”
It took what little self-control Diamond had to not strangle her. “Don’t you care? I’m going to Canterlot! While you’re stuck here!”
“And we’ll love that!” Finally, Apple Bloom tittered and faced her, blushing. “Sorry. Bad joke. Ah’ll organize a goodbye hoedown. It’s… not much.”
Diamond saw her wince and took rare if misunderstood pity. “No need. Daddy’s organizing a farewell soiree.”
“Well, maybe one’s for family and rich folk, other’s for friends and… not-rich folk?”
“We’re friends?”
Smiling, Apple Bloom returned to wrenching. “Shoot, we’ve been friends ages. Ain’t it obvious?”
Relieved, Diamond sighed. “Thought so.”