Salt

"Hm. These are all good, Sparkles. I just don’t know..." Her fist tightened around the salt. "I can't believe she's making us do a practical for the lower years. I could be working on my coursework."

Twilight cocked her head and smiled. "What? You think its an..." she poked the hand still holding the shaker "insalt to your intelligence?"

Sunset didn’t reply for a second then exhaled one long breath. "Twilight..." She raised her head. "Your puns are sodium bad."

Twilight giggled. "Eh. It’s a flaw of my character. My mother always did say you should take me with a grain of, well, you know."

"You should probably stop right now otherwise I might be convicted of asalt."

"Fine! Stopping, stopping!" She shifted to a safer distance but couldn’t escape the eternal fury of Sunset's glare.

I was writing a thing then I got distracted half way through by a salt shaker.