Candy, candy, and more candy.
That was all Pinkie wanted to talk about.
Bodil tried squeezing a word in about checking out the new statues that had been built around the castle.
Nope. Pinkie mentioned how she wanted the statues to be made of candy, and things went downhill from there.
Bodil tried mentioning how he would really like to get a book on ways to troll people.
Rejected.
Pinkie even found a way to get squids onto the topic of candy, but it was squid-flavored candy, and Bodil wasn't sure if his stomach would agree with the idea of candy that tasted like squids.
So he had steered the conversation back to jellybeans, something that his stomache favored.
I wonder how Twilight and her friends put up with this. They've known her for longer than I have- heck, I've only known her for about, what, one day?- and I'm already starting to lose my marbles.
Then again, I'm preeeeetty sure I lost them a long time ago.
"...and we are here!" Pinkie sang in a voice that was filled to the brim with happiness. Bodil bumped into her, but Pinkie didn't seem to notice, as she leaped up into the air and sped around the room, stuffing her bag with colorful sugary sweets of all different sorts. From caramel apples to chocolate Easter bunnies, the hyperactive happy hilariously hearty horse seemed to do nothing but browse the shelves for sweets of all kind, from cookies to lollipops to jellybeans and more.
Bodil watched as Pinkie scaled the shelves for every type of candy possible. Jeez, I know the candy is good, but...dang.
"...and here is what I'm buying!" Pinkie dumped out her entire collection of loot on the counter, which was pretty much the entire store.
The salespony at the counter looked somewhat traumatized. Bodil didn't blame him. Having your entire store cleaned out by a single pony was pretty insane.
"Um...that will be..." the salespony used his horn and wrote stuff down on a sheet of paper. "...around eight thousand bits."
Bodil's jaws dropped. That's....a lot.
Pinkie, however, seemed unfazed. "Oki Doki Loki!" she sang, speeding out in a bright pink flash. About ten seconds later, she was back with a giant bag stuffed full of bits. "Eight thousand bits!"
Bodil's mouth somehow got even wider. "How-how..?" he spluttered, watching as Pinkie hauled her loot out of the store and threw it over her back. The bag looked like it should way about five-million-gazillion pounds, yet Pinkie was carrying it like it weighed nothing at all.
Pinkie giggled. "I just had to make a tiiiiiiiiny dent in logic," she grinned, looking at Bodil. "IcouldhavebeenfasterthoughhadInotcrashedintothatwierdflyingthingy-Want some?" she added, tossing him a bright blue piece of candy.
Bodil caught it with his horn, feeling somewhat nervous, because knowing Pinkie, it would be something squid flavored. As they walked around Canterlot, Bodil felt the stares of the high-class ponies uncomfortably on his back. He could just hear them talking about him....
Oh yes, that's the doofus who came in the weird pink pony.
Five hours of torture.
That was what Jason expected to have with his experience with Ant.
Especially since they hadn't been talking to each other. Ant and Jason sat there, throwing rocks into a nearby river that flowed through the town.
The stupid thing was that they were having a silent argument over who could chuck their rock in the deepest, the farthest, and the highest.
Clunk! Pa-thunk! Slup! Those noises was all Jason could hear as they chucked rocks into the air, one by one by one by one.
It was boring.
With a capital B.
"This is boring," Ant sighed, echoing Jason's thoughts as he kicked a rock into the river. The rock rolled along the bank, then fell in with a small splash, not even one-sixtieth of the way into the river.
Jason smiled halfheartedly. "I win."
Ant rolled his eyes. "Ha ha."
Jason sighed, laying his head on his hooves. He rolled over, looking up at the sun and the clouds. The sky was a patch of pale blue space, completely empty and completely silent.
"So...is there anything that you want to talk about?" asked Ant, bending over him so that his muzzle was mere inches away from Jason's face.
"Yes: One: Get away from me. Two: Nothing. Three: Get away from me."
Ant frowned. "Well, that wasn't very nice," he said nastily, spreading his wings and taking off.
Jason got up. "You know what Sky said!" he called after Ant. "No one splits up from the group. He's going to lecture you so hard when we get back!"
"DO I LOOK LIKE I CARE?!" Ant snapped, the dislike in his voice clear even when they were that far away. "Getting lectured by Sky is still better than spending the afternoon with you."
Good Notch, he really hates me, Jason thought, staring at Ant until he was just a tiny dot in the sky.
"Well, then fine," Jason huffed a breath of annoyance. "I can have plenty of fun all by myself."
"So, rock, whats going on in your life?" asked Jason, looking at a pebble a mere minute after his declaration of how he was going to spend his afternoon.
The pebble did not respond.
"Yeah, my life sucks too-" Jason was cut off by a loud screaming that was gradually getting louder, louder, until it was practically in his ear.
Ant, the pony cannonball, slammed into Jason, sweeping them both off of their feet, and rolling them both into the river.
"I thought-that you-were going to-spend your- afternoon- doing something-else," Jason gasped, as soon as he and Ant had untangled and gotten out of the river.
Ant snorted. "I was going to, but apparently the cosmos had other things planned for me." He frowned. "While I was flying away, I was hit in the face by a pink bullet. It crashed into me and sped off somewhere else."
Jason laughed. "Sounds more like Pinkie Pie than a cosmic event of fate," he said, grinning.
Ant laughed back. "Actually, now that I think about it, it probably was," he said, rubbing his chin with his hoof. "Hmm...."
Flying should not have been that hard.
Flying should have been flapping your wings once or twice and then speeding off like a bullet. Flying should have been fun.
Flying should not have been crashing into a window and having to get your wings bandaged because windows were actually a lost sharper than they looked.
Rainbow had complemented Sky on his flying, saying that "at least it was better than Cloudbuster", but Sky felt like she was just being nice.
At least Ant wasn't grounded because of tiny pieces of glass in his wings. Sky would have to go to the hospital to get them all removed, and for the meanwhile, he had nothing to do but sit there. And talk to Rainbowdash. which was worse than sitting there.
Sky would rather play stand than listen to Rainbow talk about how amazing she was.
Ty and Applejack actually had more in common than they thought.
They had spent their afternoon coming up with insults for each other.
Fun, huh?
"Squid-brain!"
"Blind-eye!"
"Applesauce!"
"Headphones!"
"Orange Sherbert!"
"Red-eyes!"
"Cowboy!"
"....I'm all out."
"Me too."
"...Now whadda we do?"
"I have no clue."
"Great."
"Yes. Let us play stand."
"..Stand. Are you sure you're feelin' right in the head, sugar cube?"
"...Yes."
"...I'll take that as a no."