Fluttershy could hear the doorbell ring inside Bulk Bicep’s house as soon as she pressed it. She looked around nervously. The sun was on its way down, casting long shadows across the grass. Fluttershy’s own shadow cowered against the house.
The door slowly opened. The pegasus squeaked and jumped into a nearby bush, shaking the entire thing.
“Fluttershy?” Bulk Biceps looked around from the doorway for his date and spotted the rattling shrubbery. “Fluttershy, it’s just me!”
Fluttershy poked her head out of the bushes. “Oh, um, hi.” She could feel her cheeks grow warm. “I-I’m here?”
Bulk was going to chuckle, but decided against it, instead giving a smile that couldn’t quite decide what it wanted to be. “Why don’t you come in?!” he yelled nervously. Fluttershy shrank into the bushes, her eyes wide. “Oh, sorry. Um, won’t you come in?”
“Th-thank you.” Fluttershy shuffled into his house, taking one last glance behind her.
The first thing she noticed in the house was how pristine it was. Everything was in its place: no unidentifiable splotches on the walls, no unidentifiable smells, no messes anywhere.
The second thing she noticed was the heavenly smell. She sniffed the air. “What’s that smell?”
"That's the wheatballs you're smelling," Bulk said. Then he yelled, "And I think the spaghetti might be done!" He heard Fluttershy's wings flare in surprise. "Oh, sorry."
"It's okay," Fluttershy said.
She followed him into the kitchen and watched as he drained the water from the pasta through the strainer and down the sink. When he set down the pot on the counter, Fluttershy decided that she was going to help...somehow. She racked her brain for something to do, then remembered something Rainbow Dash had said about pasta.
So she picked up a few strands of spaghetti and threw them at the wall.
The splat of noodles hitting the wall alerted Bulk Biceps to what was going on. He turned just in time to see the pasta sliding to the floor and Fluttershy pulling out some more.
“Wait! Fluttershy!" Bulk held Fluttershy's hoof back before she flung anymore spaghetti. "I was joking. If it sticks to the wall, it's more likely to be overdone than cooked correctly."
"O-Oh." Fluttershy's face slowly turned red, and she placed the strand of spaghetti on the plate.
“Don’t worry about the other spaghetti noodles, I’ll clean them up,” Bulk said, grabbing the noodles off the floor. Then he had an idea.
When Fluttershy had her back to him, he threw one strand of spaghetti at her. She literally jumped three feet into the air and fluttered down slowly.
Bulk couldn’t see, but as he was trying to hold back his laughing, a devious smile crept across Fluttershy’s face--a highly unusual and rather scary sight on the normal demure mare--and she, too, picked up some pasta. She spun around and flung a whole hooffull of spaghetti at Bulk. It hit his face with a splat, and he blinked in surprise.
Then, the kitchen devolved into full-out war.
Spaghetti and laughing were flying all over as the two attacked each other with noodles, having too much fun to care about anything else. Pasta got in their manes and on the floor, smashed with every step.
Eventually, their war ceased, but their laughter didn’t and continued after they saw each other with spaghetti all over themselves.
After their laughter finally died down, Bulk looked around his kitchen. Normally, it was pristine. But he didn’t care. He chuckled and said, “After we clean up, how about we go out to eat?”
Fluttershy giggled. “Sounds good to me.”