Sweet, not off to a bad start at all.

Binky’s Friend
Chapter 6
Hyperacusis

There was enough food to feed a small army laid out before the four fillies gathered around the booth in the far corner of the bakery, emphasis on was. This small feat had won Diamond Tiara and Scootaloo a Polaroid photo and Sugarcube Corner’s posthumously named screwball award. Naturally, the feat would have been quite impressive if the two foals had actually pulled it off without cheating; not that they could actually explain the cause of their ravenous hunger without sounding a bit loony toons. After all, who would want to believe Sugarcube Corner was haunted by a pair of extra celestial apparitions? It was bad enough the two cheater-cheater-pumpkin-eaters were so high on sugar and absinthe patrons entering the facility practically wondered why Pinkie Pie used it to make licorice in the first place… not that she’s gotten many complaints about her brownies or specialty muffins, but the children giggling in the back of the store were barely coherent; not to mention inconsolably delirious if not tremendously psychotic. Metaphorically speaking, if one didn’t know better they might assume the winners of the screwball award were suffering recovery sickness from the use of pot after being slain by sharpness two.

One could hardly classify the repast at Sugarcube Corner fine dining, but Binky and Diamond Tiara’s credit card somehow made it possible. For the savory, mint chocolate mousse. For the cold appetizer, éclairs imported from Buckarrest. For the hot appetizer, apple brown betty brownies. For the intermezzo prickly pear sorbet, made with the juiciest cacti in all of equestira. When the main course consisting of a three layered red velvet chiffon with pumpkin cream icing and double stuffed chocolate ganache disappeared faster than you can say pega-sister, a desert consisting of truffles in amethyst fondant made with real mushrooms was bound to be a major treat. The orange soda, made to order by virtue of Twilight's caracara, made the incredibly edible licorice straws and candy glass tumblers immaterial in a matter of minutes.

You know I really wanted to start up again with Diamond Tiara waking up and having no memory of the possession, or dismissing it as a dream before discovering her arm was missing, hence the reason for the organization of the last chapter...Not that it couldn't be improved upon with some practical engineering. BUUUUUT, I suppose I can still do that after I establish Binky is an incompetently narcissistic jerk. I also wanted to reveal more than the __obvious__ limits to his powers. And, as impatient as I am, I definately wanted to show comparative if not conflicting definitions of loyalty. For instance, there are people in this world who believe loyalty is submission and obedience. Whereas others, like myself, see loyalty as a form of parity and trust. So, there is that. Binky is an obvious tyrant, and a hypocrite, and a bunch of other things that I will probably get into as the story progresses, but I hope to finish the chapter by leaving the audience with some sympathy for the devil. Not much, mind you, but nothing worse than the sympathy shown by Twilight Sparkle to Starlight Glimmer... how else could I make fun of it.