Lyra was gleefully skipping over to Sweetie Drops' house. She was bringing over a nice picnic mat for a picnic the two were planning, and her saddlebag was full of yummy treats. (She always wanted to bring the good stuff, of course!) When she got to the house, she gave the door a quick knock, expecting to be greeted by the eager face of her best friend. Instead, nothing was there to greet her.
"Bon-Bon?!" She called out, realizing she called the wrong name once again. "I mean... Sweetie Drops?!" She said, her voice gaining more power as she said her friend's name. The door then swung open, and she was greeted by her friend, who had a harsher look on her face.
"Hey, Lyra! You can still refer to me as Bon-Bon if you like," Sweetie Drops informed as Lyra's gaze drifted to the side of her friend.
"What are you doing with that briefcase?" She asked, remembering it from somewhere. And then it struck her. That case was the same one Sweetie Drops pulled out on the day of Matilda and Cranky's wedding, the case that was associated with her real identity. She didn't have much time to think, because her friend was already pulling her into the house. She gave the door a good slam and locked it, looking over at Lyra.
"Um, a-are you okay, Bons?" She asked as her friend started pacing.
"Everything's fine, Lyra. I was just unexpectedly called."
"Called? For what?" Lyra asked as Sweetie Drops kept her voice to a whisper.
"An unidentified threat was posed against Canterlot, so Princess Celestia started up the anti-monster agency I was in, officially known as the MPA, which stands for Monster Prevention Agency."
"So... that means you have to go fight monsters?"
"Not today. We all were called in for a meeting to restart this agency on a good page. We don't know when the threat will arrive yet, so we need to discuss how to protect ourselves and Equestria if it does come soon."
"Does that mean... we won't have our picnic today?" Lyra asked, her voice getting sadder. Another depressing thought struck her like a knife. "Does that also mean that you will have to move out of Ponyville?"
"I'm sorry, Lyra. The letter was just sent to me, and I didn't have time to tell you about it beforehand." Sweetie then saw Lyra start to tear up a little. "And don't worry, I won't let myself move out of Ponyville. I don't want to leave my best friend."
"Oh... alright." Lyra responded as she got a smile. "Thanks."
"No problem. And the meeting won't take long. We could probably have our picnic later," Sweetie Drops informed as she wrapped her friend in a hug. "I do have to go now, otherwise I'll be late."
"Alright! See you later, Bons!" Lyra fare-welled as she saw her friend gallop away in the distance with the briefcase strapped to her back. The sea-green unicorn then made her way home.
Lyra then was struck with an idea. "I'll have to ask her!" She said to herself as she continued trotting off in the distance.