Don't you just hate these things? · 11:48pm Dec 19th, 2013
"Well if it isn’t old chicken-and-dumplings. Hello Gilda.”
“Hello yourself, yard-art. Heard you were dating a garden gnome—you bring ‘im?”
“Oh, you—heh! But seriously: it seems Fluttershy wins again. I bet her you wouldn’t dare show that thing you call a face at this little soiree.”
“Then it looks like you got owned by Equestria’s biggest bedwetter. Again—OUCH!”
“Oh dear, look, you’ve lost a feather! Is it—is it—“ Discord lowered his voice “—a visit from Aunt Fledge? We both know you get a little temperamental during your time of the year…”
“I wouldn’t cramp romance in bloom, but can’t you lovebirds get a room?”
Somehow neither of them had noticed Zecora, yet there she was. Discord blinked, gave her a sheepish look. “Well, enough pleasantries” he said, turning to Gilda. “Let me show you to the buffet. I think I saw them setting out a lovely cuttlebone…”
...you need to write more. Where are all the Jeddy[1] stories, I ask?
[1] Because you are a Jedi. Named Ed(dy). No, I am unrepentant.
I think I missed something. Glynda?
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Gilda. Fixed.
(I prefer Glynda, for some reason).
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I was thinking about this today, and wondered if it was one of her chickens. Then I thought about that conversation, as between Discord and a chicken.