Twilight looked up from the restaurant menu. Rarity was making some kind of contorted face vaguely resembling a duck again.
"Your food." the waiter placed two plates on the table.
"Wow!" Twilight wow'd, "we haven't even ordered yet!"
Rarity stared deep into the waiter's eyes, uttering a single phrase: "Bon jar."
Clearly the waiter was disgusted because he thanos-snapped himself from existence after hearing such a ghoulish utterance.
I am so freakin' tired rn these past two weeks have been insane
"Silly Rarity, Trix is for kids!" Twilight shoved the Trixie on a plate across the table. "And you, miss, are clearly the smallest of children."
Rarity flipped her mane in a way vaguely reminiscent of how notable actresses from an unnamed and clearly non-existing country sometimes do, and fell out of her chair.
We do not speak of the F country. Or why Trixie is sitting on a plate.