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You Have No Idea

"Pinkie Pie?" Maud asks, opening the door to her sister's room after walking up the stairs of Sugar Cube Corner. Pinkie Pie is sitting on her bed, hair half deflated. She's brushing a specific section with her hooves, even though it hardly possesses any knots, despite its usually messed nature. She'd clearly been at it for a while. Pinkie looks to the gray mare, though her eyes are greatly unfocused, as if she is staring through the Earth Pony's body. Even the frosted cupcakes balanced on Maud's back don't grab her attention.

"O-oh, hi Maud."

Maud walks over to Pinkie Pie, a cupcake in hoof, before sitting on her bed. Pinkie Pie manages to scoot slightly to the left, giving Maud more space. Her breath is stale, and Maud is unable to tell if she's had breakfast. She looks around, finding a cup with a ring mark, meaning it had been drank from, although she can't spot a plate or even any crumbs. Maud is unsure to as if Pinkie will want any of the treat's she'd brought.

"How are you feeling?"

"I . . . I don't know. I just don't really feel like doing anything today. It's strange. This doesn't really happen to me. I'm sorry, but I'm not really in the mood for company."

"How about cupcakes? I made you some to . . . cheer you up. Try one."

Pinkie takes a bite. Her mane only puffs an immeasurable amount, and the mare's expression doesn't change. Her coat remains dull, but Maud knows that when all of the cupcakes have been eaten, Pinkie Pie will resemble her bouncy self again, especially after each one takes full effect.

"Heh. T-thanks, you're the best. Always working hard for me."

"Oh Pinkie Pie, you have no idea."

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