“Just a little farther, Dash.”
“Come on, AJ, what is it? And why couldn't you tell me and the girls at my party?” Dash couldn't see through the blindfold AJ had told her to put on. She guessed they were somewhere on the farm.
“You'll see, sugarcube. We're here.”
“Great. Where's here? Wait, I smell cider. Did you you get me cider?!”
“You can take off the blindfold now.”
In a second, the blindfold was laying on the ground and Dash was taking in the scene around her. She was in the barn at Sweet Apple Acres. There was a large tub in the middle of it. Then her eyes landed on a bright yellow pegasus. Spitfire.
The Wonderbolt grinned. “Happy birthday, Rainbow Dash. I don't usually go for stuff like this, but your marefriend sent a letter asking politely, with a picture of the two of you, and-”
Spitfire stopped, because Dash had fainted.
Applejack nudged Dash, who still seemed to be breathing, then smiled at Spitfire. “Sorry 'bout that. I, uh, think she'll be fine when she wakes up. . . wanna play some cards 'til then?”
“Sure,” Spitfire laughed. “That sounds like fun, too.”