Dinner
Dinner with Rose
Chapter 4: Dinner
Admiral Biscuit
After making sure that Apple Flora was headed to the market, I turned towards my house. Once I got there, I wiped my feet on the mat, hung up my painting clothes to dry, and headed into the kitchen.
I took off my pants and set them out of the way on the kitchen counter, then got the stove going. As it warmed up, I began to get out the ingredients for dinner. It was going to be simple—I wasn't much of a cook, but a salad, stir fry, and mashed potatoes weren't that difficult to make. Plus, I had some raisin bread I'd bought at Sugarcube Corner, and, of course, the asters Apple Flora had picked for me.
Cute little filly, I thought as I peeled the potatoes. Maybe polite and reserved conversations with Rose weren’t the way to get me to change—maybe it took the blunt statements of a filly to knock me out of my rut.
I eyed the bottle of apple brandy. I hadn't touched it yet—I was going to open it after dinner. Everyone I'd asked had said it was really good, and it might be just the thing to kick off a girl's night.
While the potatoes were boiling, I threw together a salad, then sliced up the loaf of bread.
I'd been forced into a lot of dietary changes when I came here. Lots of fresh fruits and vegetables—everybody knew that they were good for you, but I just never seemed to have the time to get to the supermarket and buy them, although I had always made an effort to try and have at least somewhat healthy meals most of the time.
Sadly, there weren't many vegetarian dishes I'd known how to make before. I was learning, sure, but I was still of the mind that a formal dinner required some sort of meat-based centerpiece dish.
Maybe it was a result of things like potatoes and green beans and salads being called 'side dishes' in restaurants, as if they weren't good enough on their own.
That meant that the only vegetable dish I was really good at cooking was going to be the centerpiece—a vegetable stir-fry.
Cooking wasn't like knitting. Precision wasn't really an issue. Sure, maybe there were chefs who measured their ingredients to the micron, but for the average person, close enough was good enough.
Not that my attempts at cakes proved my point. But baking a cake was different than making mashed potatoes, especially if you didn't have a box with instructions on it.
The best part of the stir fry was the sliced vegetables. I'd noticed that most pony food was served with minimal preparation, which I imagined was a result of not having hands to do fine work. The one fancy restaurant in town did, because they had a unicorn in the kitchen for prep work. True, there were some machines to help out, but most mares didn't own them. A person could make a fortune selling Slap Chops: the design was even hoof-friendly.
It would make the stir-fry stand out, I thought. Especially if I used brightly-colored veggies, to highlight the fine slicing.
Of course, when it was in the pan, I started to have second thoughts. That wasn't unusual; I'd always had a mild fear of displeasing a guest somehow. I think I got that from my mom.
I let my mind wander as I cooked the stir-fry, being cautious to stay far enough back to avoid oil spatters. For months, I'd dithered between paying Rarity to make me an apron or just getting fabric and make it myself; ultimately, I'd done neither.
• • •
The table was set, and I'd just begun mashing the potatoes when I heard the front door open. “I'm in the kitchen,” I called out. “Go ahead and make yourself at home.”
“I brought some of my wine,” she announced. “The kind you like.”
I heard her hooves clopping across my living room floor. I flicked an errant bit of potato off my stomach and thought about my clothes, still folded on the end of the counter, well clear of the meal preparation.
As soon as she saw me, Rose stopped in the archway between the kitchen and the living room and took a step back.
“Sorry I'm early,” she began. “I—I'll just wait out here until you're dressed.”
“No need,” I said cheerfully.
“Oh.” She eyed me suspiciously, before looking at the serving trays on the counter. “Do . . . do you want any help, then? I could carry out the food.”
“Sure. I'm almost done. There's some wild asters, if you're feeling peckish.” I waved towards the glass I'd put them in. “Go ahead—eat as many as you want. I won't have more than one.”
She bit the head off a flower, and then took the salad and bread to the table. By then, I was done with the potatoes, and transferred them into my last bowl.
I saved the stir-fry for last, setting the pan on a folded towel in the center of the table. “It's hot,” I warned Rose as she leaned in for a sniff.
“That smells really good,” she told me. “Did you cut up all those vegetables yourself?”
I nodded.
“That must have been a lot of work.”
“It didn't take too long. Go ahead, have a seat. I'll pour the wine.”
It was only slightly embarrassing to be pouring wine in drinking mugs—fortunately, that had been all Rose had had at her house, too.
The serving dish arrangement left something to be desired as well. My mother had everyday dishes, good dishes, dishes for company, and the 'good' china. Well, she’d told me she had the last; I'd never seen it. For tableware, I owned three plates, two mugs, two bowls, one serving bowl, one mixing bowl, and one set of utensils.
“I saw you painting the boutique,” Rose said. “A bunch of ponies in the market were talking about it, too. Some of them were afraid you might fall, especially after Fluttershy left. You can't fly, can you?”
I shook my head. “We've—we humans have made machines which let us fly, but we can't on our own. Can't cast spells, either. We're pretty much like earth ponies, when you get down to it.”
“No wonder Lily likes you. She doesn't like magic.” Rose stuck her muzzle down in her salad bowl and ate a mouthful, swallowing before speaking again. “Sometimes her and Daisy get in arguments about it. I think it's silly—a mare can't help what she's born as, right?”
“No disagreement from me.” I started nibbling on a piece of bread.
• • •
I let Rose have the lion's share of the stir-fry, since she liked it so much. She only gave a token protest, more to be polite than anything.
When dinner was over, she helped me wash the dishes and put them in the drying rack. Once that was done, I adjusted the dampers on the stove, and we went into the living room. I brought the bottle of apple brandy with me.
Rose and I shared the couch. I’d added some scrap wood under the legs so it would be a good height for me, which meant Rose had to struggle a bit to climb on, but she didn't complain.
Rather than use mugs, we just passed the bottle back and forth, because that's what friends do. I let her have the first drink, and she rolled it around in her mouth a little bit before swallowing. “That's really good brandy,” she told me. “Did you buy it just for our dinner?”
“It was a gift,” I began, and then told her about meeting Apple Flora.
“She comes by the store sometimes,” Rose said. “When she's found a flower she can't identify. It used to happen a lot. She got her cutie mark last spring, when the apple trees were blooming, but it isn't all that long before their blooms are gone, and she wanted to know more about flowers in general. Naturally, she came to visit us. Asked lots of questions, and even helped out in the flowerbeds a bit. We were hoping to take her on as an apprentice. . . .” Rose sighed and took another swig of brandy.
“Wasn't she interested?”
“Yes and no. It's hard for a farmer to leave her land. Maybe when she's older, she'll reconsider.”
I thought about that as I took another drink. I knew ponies around town who had been raised on a farm, and yet ran stores, or did crafts. The miller was a good example. But I guess I didn't know how hard it was for her to move away from her old home and move to Ponyville.
I suspected that cutie marks might have been related. From what I'd learned about them, they were like a mark of destiny that ponies got when they were old enough, and had discovered what made them special. The miller had a grinding wheel and a sack of flour. It was hard to imagine how she'd gotten it, but it might have been the impetus for change in her life.
Maybe next time I was working at the mill, I'd ask her.
“So, after you started your greenhouse, you never felt the urge to go somewhere else? Feel new soil under your hooves?”
Rose shook her head. “I put too much of myself into the beds.”
“And Daisy and Lily, too?”
“Them, too.” Rose shifted on the couch. Ponies nearly always sat on their rumps when they were in public, but preferred to lie down in their own homes. I wondered if she might be waiting for a cue from me. I could lie down first; that might serve as a hint, but there wasn’t enough room for me to stretch out on the couch.
• • •
It was completely dark by the time we'd killed the bottle. We'd been talking for a couple of hours. I was drunker than I should have been, probably as a result of staying out in the sun all day. Rose had gotten a little cuddly, stretching out on her belly with her muzzle on my leg, but otherwise seemed normal.
“You know, we never did have dessert,” I muttered. “I was going to bake a cake, but I couldn't figure it out.”
She looked up at me. “Really? It's not hard. All you need is some flour, sugar, butter, milk—“
I held up my hand to stop her. “How did you learn how to bake a cake, Rose?”
“I watched my mother. That's how everypony learns how to bake.”
“You're going to laugh when I tell you this.” I rested a hand on her mane. “But on Earth, cake mix comes in a box, and all you have to do is add the liquid ingredients. The back of the box has both pictures and written instructions. One box makes one cake.”
“What if you don't want a cake? What if you want biscuits?”
“You buy a different box.”
“I thought . . . “ She flicked her ears down briefly.
“That I was a good cook?” I chuckled. “Not really. Stir fry's pretty easy, with hands. Once you've got the veggies sliced, you just stir them around in hot oil for a while.” I shifted under her. “You know what? I've got a great idea. Let's go buy some dessert. How late is Sugarcube Corner open?”
“An hour or two after sunset, depending on how many ponies are there.”
“Well, let's go.”
Rose slid back to let me off the couch. I didn't notice she'd stretched out on the cushions until I was nearly at the front door. “Aren't you coming?”
“I—“ She gave me an uncertain look. “I thought you were going to get dressed first.”
I gave a dismissive wave. “Apple Flora implied that there are naked drawings of me at the elementary school. If every kid in town knows what I look like without clothes, what’s the big deal? Besides, it's a nice night; why not?”
No doubt the Dutch courage and the darkness outside had spurred my reckless behavior. At first, I didn't really notice. First, I gave up on shirts, and it hadn't been long after I’d rented my house that I stopped wearing clothes indoors to save wear and tear. And Rose was comfortable, a known quantity, so at first walking on the street had been more like an extension of my living room.
But doubts began to creep back in when the first pony on the street noticed us. Well, me specifically.
His eyes lingered over my body for a few short seconds, but longer than I was comfortable with. Then they flicked over to Rose, and he smiled.
“Rose. Sam.”
“Nice night out, isn't it?”
“Eeyup.”
“Going back to the farm?”
He nodded.
“Is Sugarcube Corner still open?” I asked.
“Eeyup.”
“Good.”
We continued on. Once we were past, I turned back, to see if he was watching me. Nothing—not even a single backwards glance. I wasn't sure if I should be relieved or offended.
All the other ponies we encountered in the street had a similar reaction to Big Mac. They gave me a quick once-over, then continued on with their business. It was almost anti-climatic. I'd built up this picture in my mind of what would happen if I went out in public naked, and none of it was happening. To a fatigued brain stewing in a haze of alcohol, it was just too much to process.
I hesitated at the door to Sugarcube Corner. It was dumb; they didn't have shirt or shoes requirements, of course, but it was still enough that I didn't go in right away. In fact, Rose had to lead me.
Once again, the collective reaction was a non-event. Pinkie looked up, waved frantically, and greeted us enthusiastically.
Rose picked a cupcake, I chose the moistest, sugary-est, frosting-est brownie, and we went over to corner table to eat our dessert.
I kept looking around, just to make sure someone hadn't called the cops or something, but aside from a few glances in our direction—and probably not more than anyone else was getting—we ate our food without incident.
When we got back to my house, I invited Rose to stay the night if she wanted to. She quickly accepted; I think she'd expected it. She knew right where the bedroom was, of course, but she still paused in the doorway, giving me a look to make certain I was sure.
I got in first, turning the covers back for her. She climbed in beside me, curling her back up against my side.
“Are you comfortable? I’m not taking up too much of the bed, am I?”
“You’re fine, Rose.” I pulled the blankets over us, and closed my eyes, trying to empty my mind. Her tail flicked against my leg a couple of times as she settled in.
She fell asleep pretty quickly. I was exhausted—it had been a tiring enough workday, and Apple Flora had pushed my boundaries, and then I'd gone further. Much further . . . but nothing had come of it. There had been no world-ending cataclysm, no accusatory fingers pointed.
I put a hand around Rose, and tucked my face into her sweet-smelling mane. I might not have had the olfactory prowess the ponies did, but I could smell the faint odors of flowers and earth.
Comforting smells.
There was a relief to knowing nothing would come of this. Not unless I were the one to make a move, and I didn't want to. Maybe one day, if there wasn't a way back—who knew? Maybe that would be another social barrier I could overcome, but I didn't have to. No one would judge me if I did or didn't.
I shifted around on my pillow, getting myself as close to her as I could, and drifted off to sleep.
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5581639 My experience was finding out I was allergic to wasps and ibuprofen on the same day ... Lends one to develop what a charitable person would call a healthy fear of stinging things.
5581654 that makes sense. Fluttershy probably had to stop her from calling the exterminators at first lol.
5581643 that isn't hands. He does get into a double relationship. But he finds a human spaceship in the underground human vault in canterlot castle.
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I can understand that but that brings up an unfortunate implication that she is only helping because she believes she is partially at fault and she also wants to turn this into gains for her nation and people. It could then be asked why the Celestia here doesn't help at least a little, out of pure altruism, a stranded alien who has nothing but the clothes on her back and has to restart her life back at the bottom.
I know that this is primarily a story about the Sam and Rose relationship and we're not meant to consider this but I couldn't help thinking about it.
5581689
Okay, fair enough. I remembered that there was some futuristic artifact in the basement, or perhaps a whole collection of them, and to me it derailed the story enough that I just stopped reading it.
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Although it's unlikely to come up in any of the Sam and Rose stories, I don't think the ponies are cruel enough to idly stand by if Sam is honestly in trouble, and I think if she truly was destitute, and begged for help, she'd get it. But there's her own personal pride to consider, too--Sam isn't the type to ask for charity.
These are entirely too short!
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That's how these come to me, I'm afraid. Little bits here and there.
5581726 actually that ship is something that is actually in development. There is lots of artifacts from items and other humans that came to equestria before him. It's time wimey!
Anyways I think the human was in equestria for.. a year or so before this ship came To equestria. I think somewhere around 1-10 years took place on earth after he left. The ship is a prototype and there are tons of stuff in it since it was built hastily. It's cameras for one are Xbox kinect cameras. It's activation key is an iphone.
And the changeling are an alien race who attacked earth.
its crazy. It's self indulgent. But it is a food read. I would recommend giving it another try. It's not that futuristic.
It's nice when things you thought would practically end your world end up being quite trivial after all. One day we'll learn not to be surprised at the realization every time....
I know my signature isn't too appropriate for a newly marked complete fic, but it wouldn't be signature if we didn't do it, right?
Keep going! ;)
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"Hey, Have you ever heard of the time me and my ex-girlfriend went skydiving into a mud pit ...?"
I enjoyd this
Will there be more of Sam?
Bees... Why did it have to be bees...
I found that I'm allergic to bee sting venom, but thankfully, not to hornet or wasp stings. That made me strangely serious about identifying exactly WHAT was flying around my head.
Random HIE thoughts:
A human in Equestria would likely end up wearing a loincloth and eating whatever was available... Winter would be horrendous, I think, since the stored foodstuffs would probably rely heavily on hay, and humans can't eat hay. I even briefly imagined what might happen if a human went to an equine dentist... That's a dark thought, since equine teeth keep growing and need to be filed flat occasionally. If somebody did that to a human, they'd lose their teeth to decay within a few weeks, maybe.
Yeah, being a human in Equestria would likely be a lot less fun than most of the fanfics depict...
Let's just keep it unreal..!
finally
read this chapter woo hoo!
can't wait for the next story of sam and rose!
So proud of Sam finally becoming a nudist!
This felt weirdly insubstantial, like nothing whatsoever happened over the course of the story. It's more or less intended that way in slice-of-life stories, of course, but somehow it was unsatisfying even compared to the other two installments. Can't explain it better than that, I'm afraid.
Also, I was really hoping you were better than that whole "90% of all females in fanfiction are casually lesbians" thing people have going around here. The character doesn't really have an established orientation so far, but even if it's comparatively minor compared to shacking up with an alien, she ought to at least have given the fact that Rose is still a female alien some passing thought, if only to establish that it's a pre-existing part of her personality.
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I'm less sure of that--we have canon evidence of making jellies and jams, other food in jars (like peanut butter), the Apple's storage cellar (properly stored, apples keep a long time), other root crops . . . but in a setting a hundred years before the show, I don't know.
I can't believe I missed mentioning that in Silk Pajamas. That probably would be a routine dental procedure.
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Never been skydiving, but I can think of two exes who probably have. Went through the Kalamazoo storm drains with one of my exes; that's something most people can't say they've done.
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Eh, I dunno. It kind of lost its magic for me, y'know? And with 500 other stories on my read-later list, and writing to do. . . .
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It's in progress, but I've got a few other projects I've got to get wrapped up first.
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I'm not sure what made you think Sam (or Rose) is a lesbian. Sam's statements on the matter are pretty straightforward in this, and in Braiding:
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I interpreted the end of the final chapter as Sam considering a relationship with Rose as a possible option at some point in the future. It doesn't actually say who she's thinking about, so I might have jumped the gun there a bit, but given that she's currently cuddling up to Rose and thinking about how nice she smells it's not all that far-fetched.
5592398 same. She even said nothing would happen that night unless she started it. And considered that a potential if she can't go home.
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She's not really thinking of the future at that point. She's more reflecting on the thought that back on Earth, if she got into bed naked with someone, there would be the expectation of sex, but in Equestria, the thought probably never crossed Rose's mind, just as nopony would consider it odd that she's playing in the river, naked, with someone else's foal.
As to the interspecies thing you brought up earlier . . . I figure for most people, that's a huge barrier, even if they are sapient, talking ponies. While I'm not discounting the possibility of a physical relationship between Sam and a pony, that's a much bigger bridge to cross than just walking around town naked while tipsy.
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Alright then. I suppose you can see how someone could get that impression from how the scene is written, though.
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Yes, and I did consider various re-wordings, but none of them felt like Sam's voice to me. Still, I'll take another look at it.
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Doesn't surprise me, there's only so much you can do to remove the innuendo from a scene like that. A naked young woman cuddling up in bed against her also naked alien girl-pony friend is simply a suggestive situation, especially if she also thinks about how nice her hair smells. There isn't much you can change about that, except to skip over it entirely.
Loved all three of these. (you tease)
Hah!
No, but they excel at balancing.
Heh. No need for any worry there; he's a true gentlestallion
Welp. That was adorbs and all kinds of awesome
My mom is exactly that way. I have seen the good silverware, though. She used to keep it under the bed, but now that my brother and I are grown and moved away, she lets us use it when we're home for Christmas. Sometimes.
Not to mention most ponies probably wouldn't find a human sexually attractive.
Thank you! There will be a fourth one coming along sooner or later.
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She also drank milk in A Sleeping Rose, which I haven't gone back and fixed yet....
I'm torn on that, I really am. In some cases of vernacular, it's obvious. "Ah ain't some frou-frou mare" is pretty blatant; I would assume that my readers know I didn't misspell 'I'. In the case of misquotes, I've often mentioned that they were misquotes in blog posts (such as when a character said "Lead on, McDuff!"), and I'll make a note of patently false information, or possibly dangerous information (such as jacking wine, which can be fatal if done wrong). And I'll admit that there are some things that make me mad whenever I see them (like "you've got another thing coming").
But I think we have a little bit of flexibility in prose. After all, I use "pegasi" even though I know it's wrong (although canon, so how does a writer deal with that?). To me, "I was laying on the couch in Tenderheart's office." felt right. I changed it in the draft, and then changed it back, because I wasn't satisfied with "I was lying on the couch in Tenderheart's office."
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There is probably some obscure literary rule, or else it makes a difference what kind of market it is, or how many stalls there are . . . I really don't know.
Well, there is the naked drawing of Sam at the school, with all the parts labeled. Plus Spike; he's got hands, as do Minotaurs. I think Apple Flora could probably guess, based on context, what Sam means.
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I've never heard of bar shampoo....
I learned something new today!
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The use of "pegasus" as word for "flying horse" is wrong in itself; Pegasus is the name of one single specific mythical flying horse. Given that that's done in the show, I don't see how giving it a plural form would be any more wrong.
As for the use of the actual word "pegasi", that's perfectly correct, since it's the Latin plural of a word ending on -us, and "Pegasus" is the Latin version of the original Greek name "Pegasos".
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Well, that's why I'll concede that pegasus/pegasi is correct, since it is canon.
Maybe, but IIRC correctly, if it's fourth declension, it could also be pegasūs.* If it's third declension, it would be pegasês. My own gut is that in the MLP world 'pegasus' would be a feminine noun, which would force it to be third declension.
Pluralization is, of course, always an issue when it comes to proper names, which is why the rule properly would be to make the plural 'pegasuses,' which uses the English rules for pluralization. For example, would you use Greek rules to make Thomas plural, Aramaic rules, or just say "Thomases?"
*It's been many years since I took Latin--I don't remember if there could be third-declension nouns ending in -us.
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Heh, well, my knowledge of Latin is tangential at best, so I really wouldn't know that kind of stuff
Well, this was fun and cute as expected, although I would have liked to see Sam and Rose wake up the next morning. It is plausible that she could have second thoughts about her actions once she is sober so it would have been nice to see that, and if nothing else it would have been a cute scene with the two of them cuddling in bed in the morning.
5581639 Way to misunderstand the situation.
Bees are very nice animals and it takes serious work to get them to sting you. I had a couple get into my bee suit when I was helping work on a hive one time and they were perfectly happy to leave me alone while I was literally pulling the hive apart (I was basically this person). Bees are not at all aggressive because their stings are suicide attacks due to their barbed stingers so it takes a lot of work to get them to sting you.
Yellow jackets on the other hand are wasps, and wasps are generally psychopathic little assholes because they have smooth stingers which they can and will nail you with repeatedly if they want to. Aggression naturally varies from species to species, but they will generally respond aggressively to any threat with some species considering anything more than a foul look a threat.
So yeah, bees and wasps are very different animals which you should learn to identify and treat appropriately rather than grouping together.
I'm not sure how I feel about these three stories...
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That may very well be the opening of the next story. I've got two currently in the works, and vague plans for a third, at least one of which I intend to publish soon-ish.
I've had those second thoughts before.
It does.
Don't get me wrong--I've got no beef with bees. I am fine with letting them do their thing, and not bothering them. The only hive I've had to wipe out ever is the ones that got inside the wall of my house where the main electrical feed went in . . . like, bees building a hive in the circuit breaker box. And I felt bad about that, but I didn't want them to accidentally burn my house down, either.
When we were painting, we didn't spray any hives. Probably should have--it would have avoided my panicked run off the roof--but I figured that they were there first, and they weren't hurting anything, and of course they got pissed when I accidentally hit their hive with my paintbrush--why wouldn't they?
We did occasionally hit one that flew too close with the spray gun. They'd drop out of the air, land in the grass, and by the time they got the paint spatters off their wings and could fly again, they'd forgotten why they were mad, and went back to whatever they were doing before.
Also agreed. And I've found that avoiding them benefits both of us. While I don't know what ecological niche wasps and yellowjackets fill (unless 'flying asshole' is an ecological niche--been a while since I took a biology class), I don't go out of my way to hate on them.
EDIT: In short, I just prefer the live and let live policy.
I like this story, and
, all caught up, just like I told you I would. 
Though, I should have been able to do it I one day... I get distracted by stuff and end up doing other stuff on the internet or around my house instead of reading stories. Only one complaint about the whole thing, I put that near the bottom.
Chapter 2:
Seems like Cheerilee would have actually asked her for help on that, or maybe even invite her to the class, mainly to show she was not a monster.
Chapter 3:
Yeah, she doesn't want to be like Cassie is. Though her diet consisted of basically nothing for a week, and limited for weeks before so Sam should be better off. At lest Cassie can hide all but her face with clothing.
Lol, I know those lines. And, they still pop in my head. Wearing a skirt, ore dress does change certain movements slightly, and how you sit. Plus, you can really mess with guys, and not actually show anything important.
Chapter 3:
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For them I think it is, cause they are.
I won't be a necromancer with other comments. However, to some of them I want to point out that a girl can think another girl smells nice, and even has nice skin or soft hair, and not want to whip out the strap on and ride her, or shove her tongue down her throat. They can also sleep in the bed, clothed, mostly nude, or nude, and nothing sexual happen, even if cuddling.
Oh, saw this today. Lyra comic thing. Though you might like.
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Huzzah!
At the point in the story where the drawing was made, the ponies were still largely in the 'possibly a monster' stage. Again, I offer up Zecora as an example--why hadn't she ever been invited to Cheerilee's class? Why weren't there any zebra drawings in their textbooks?
Sam's better off now than Cassie is in your story, although her first introduction to Equestria wasn't particularly great. One of these days, I'll finish that story
Kilt's kind of the same way, especially if you're wearing it the right way. Unless you don't care, of course. I haven't worn enough dresses to have any real experience there. I have had trouble with trenchcoats and cloaks getting caught on things, though, and I suppose in some respects there are similarities.
I think in this case there's one important difference: Sam's been trying to work up the courage to go out in public naked, so in this case, it's not so much the drunkenness suppressing her inhibitions to the level where she does something she doesn't really want to, but it easing her into doing something she does.
Agreed in general principle. She does have non-see-thru when wet ones; fancy frilly underwear would be out of her budget. She potentially still has the pair she was wearing when she went to Equestria, although given the timeline, there's a good possibility they're not in very good condition anymore (while I haven't been terribly specific about how long she spent in Equestria before she showed up in Ponyville, it was a little while).
I am amused by the one commentor (and I'm sure you caught that one) who presumed that it would be easier for her to go without panties than a shirt, or at least that it would be pretty much the same thing.
You'll get no denial from me. My last experience with yellowjackets was when two of them flew up my pantleg and tried to sting their way out. Actually, now that I think about it, that may have been the time I was most motivated to get out of my pants.
Heh, the same is true of guys and other guys (although almost no guy would ever admit some other guy was attractive/smelled nice/ whatever).
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[I love that Hasbro pretty much confirmed that Lyra and Bon Bon are
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Still makes me wonder how she got the naked images then, unless the hospital gave them out.
Good point. Ponyville ponies are kinda sheltered. Or other races just don't visit that often. I know they have trains and airships, but I don't believe mass worldwide transportation is that big of a thing. Hell, even with Manhatten, Equestria itself still has 'frontier' areas.
That's why I think she would go down to just panties first. That is her getting past the mental blocks to eventually strut through town nude. Lol, its too late now though, unless in the future she does that (for a bit), and blames alcohol, and high emotions for why she did that night.
I did, and Captain Picard would have been proud. No idea where in the world they ever got that idea.
Nothing wrong with chocolate pudding at 4am!
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Yup, that's where they came from.
Yeah, that's kind of what I was thinking of. Rarity's line about griffons in the Gilda episode, their general disdain for mules, donkeys, and whatnot, behavior towards buffalo . . . I think that the common pony has little regard for non-pony species. That may be rapidly changing as their world modernizes, but I think that the overall attitude is often one of willful ignorance when it comes to non-pony species.
Heh, you and a lot of other people. It's half-written already.
If I pick up where I left off (which I very well might), Sam's not going to head out to town the next morning in her birthday suit. LIke you say, she can just blame the alcohol, emotions, and the dubious cover of darkness for her actions the night before.
Certainly raised an eyebrow on my end. I mean, I'm not a girl, but still. . . .
Now I have a craving for pudding. It's not even 4am.
Just read all 'Sam and Rose' and I think I'm addicted ;)
Wonderful slow and steady slice of life that just focuses on cultural adjustment in every direction without any 'action'. Thankfully.
Just character development on all sides... something I could read about for days.
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Thank you! I'm hoping to have another one done by the end of the year.
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This is a really cute series of stories. It's neat watching Sam slowly grow over the course of the stories and become more accustomed to the culture shock of it all. While I personally wouldn't have problem going naked just to spite the social norms (Take that human sociology!) but you've written Sam in a respectful manner in which I believe a person, regardless if they were male or female, would actually act if they weren't already a nudist.
Keep it up and I look forward to the next part of the saga!
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Thank you!
Me, either. But most people would.
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"Me, either. But most people would."
This is true of most people, so that's why I congratulate you on writing it in such a believable fashion.
Can't wait to see how their relationship unfolds!
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Missed opportunity
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Wasps aren't the only ones in the "flying asshole" niche. Mosquitoes created the 'flying asshole' niche! Mosquitoes are much worse flying assholes since they spread deadly diseases and make living in humid areas awful.