//------------------------------//
// 2 Derpy's Parcel 
// Story: PSSSD Cubed 
// by Brass Polish 
//------------------------------//

	“There’s only one bowling alley in town,” Pinkie said to herself as she made her way back home, “so unless Limestone accidentally guides Marble to Barnyard Bargains, there’ll be nothing to stop me picking up that order of sugar, butter, and flour. I better do that now while they’re busy having lunch. Then I’m staying home for the rest of the day.”
But she was a little early. Barnyard Bargains always gets their sugar deliveries every Saturday at 5PM, as the clerk explained to Pinkie shortly after she arrived. She got the butter and flour, but there was no sugar to be had; no white, to brown, and no powdered.
Pinkie had a thought. “Limestone and Marble won’t go anywhere near the station until after sunset. I could wait at there for the sugar delivery.”
So that’s just what she did. For five hours, she lounged about on the platform watching the trains, passengers, and porters. A stopping passenger train parked there for several minutes to take on water, then an express passenger train for Manehattan passed through, followed by an express goods that smelled of peat; and before the slow goods that would be carrying Bargaining Barnyard’s sugar for the week arrived, another stopping train pulled in. Pinkie had been starting to get bored before spotting somepony she recognised stepped off the train.

“Hi, Nurse Redheart!” she waved.
“Oh. Hi, Pinkie Pie,” smiled Redheart. “Did you come to welcome me home? That was nice of you.”
“Uh, not exactly,” admitted Pinkie Pie. “I would like to know, though, how was your holiday in the Crystal Empire?”
“It went well,” said Redheart. “I met Princess Flurry Heart’s crystaller, Sunburst. He introduced me to Impulsoria, the crystal dragon. Sunburst told me a lot about magical medicine theory.”
“Cool,” grinned Pinkie. “What about Impulsoria?”
“Mm… she seemed a bit stilted,” said Redheart.
“Really? I always remembered her being pretty fun,” said Pinkie. “She showed me how to play gem pong last time I hung out with her in her cave.”
The porters had finished unloaded the Ponyville passengers’ luggage and the guard had blown his whistle.
“Need help getting your bags home?” Pinkie offered.
“Oh, that’d be great. Thanks, Pinkie,” said Redheart gratefully.
They gathered Redheart’s luggage and left the station after the passenger train had gone… and the slow goods train arrived.

“It’s kinda funny. I had you on my mind today,” said Pinkie as they headed to Redheart’s house. “I, uh, guess you remember when I held a grudge against you.”
Redheart nodded.
“It was kinda stupid, really,” Pinkie admitted. “Just the simple act of you standing around completely ruined my day since Pound and Pumpkin were born. I’m so glad I got past that. Anyway, I think it might run in the family.”
“What does?” asked Redheart.
“Getting mad at just the thought of somepony you don’t want to be there.”
“Oh? Who else in your family does that?”
“My big sister, Limestone,” Pinkie answered.
“And who can’t she seem to bare the sight of?” pressed Redheart.
Pinkie frowned. “Me.”
She told Redheart about hers and her sisters’ tradition.
“You’re right. She’s being just as unreasonable as you used to be,” agreed Redheart.
“At least she has an excuse for being such a crab,” said Pinkie glumly. “She does the most work at home on the rock farm. I’m supposed to be friends with everypony in town.”
“Don’t worry about that, Pinkie,” insisted Redheart. “We’re friends now, that’s what matters.”

They were nearly at Redheart’s house when somepony flew into the bags they were carrying. Bags and ponies were scattered all over the walkway to Redheart’s front door.
“Hi, Derpy,” grunted Pinkie Pie, picking herself up.
“Hey, you two,” waved Derpy merrily. “I’ve got some mail for you, Nurse.”
She took some letters from her mail sack and passed them to Redheart.
“Thanks,” Redheart said. “Makes a nice welcome home present.”
“Speaking of presents,” said Derpy, reaching into her sack again, “I’ve got a parcel for Pinkie Pie.”
She gave Pinkie a package wrapped in brown paper, and then took off, leaving the dropped luggage behind.
“Maybe I should’ve asked Impulsoria if she can get mail like Spike does when I had the chance,” grunted Redheart as she got to her hooves. “Who’s the parcel from, Pinkie?”
Pinkie didn’t answer at first.

“Pinkie?”
“It’s from Marble.”
“Your other sister?”
“Marble had her PSSSD present for Limestone sent to me,” said Pinkie uneasily. “She must have wanted to find a way to not have to carry it around with her all day while she and Limestone had their fun.”
“You mean she wanted you to drop it off at sundown?” suggested Redheart. “Did she say anything?”
“She hardly ever says anything,” said Pinkie Pie, “but I can usually read her. She did seem nervous today, but I thought maybe that was because of Limestone’s attitude.”
“Well, it’s almost sunset,” said Redheart.
“Haven’t you been listening?” groaned Pinkie. “Limestone’ll throw a tantrum if I show up right in front of her and Marble. Even if I’ve got her gift from Marble.”
She gasped.
“She might get so mad at the sight of me that she’ll knock the parcel out of my hooves! Then Marble’s gift for her will be destroyed! And their PSSSD will be ruined!”
“Don’t panic, Pinkie,” said Redheart. “If you’re worried, I could drop it off instead.”
“Oh, that’d be great,” Pinkie Pie cheered up at once. “That way I don’t have to make Limestone angry just by existing, and I can get the sugar for the Cakes. Thanks, Redheart.”
As Pinkie passed her the parcel and bounced away, Redheart remembered how much cleaning up she had to do on her walkway.

Another realisation came to her after she got her luggage into her house.
“I don’t know where Pinkie’s sisters are! Or what they look like!”
She knew she didn’t have much time, as the sky was already red, so she ran to the park with Marble’s package. There were a number of pairs of picnickers when she arrived. The place wasn’t crowded, but since Redheart never knew Marble and Limestone, she had no idea if any of the ponies there were them. Even when she ruled out the ponies she knew, like Lyra and Bon Bon, Gilt Eyes and Silver Spoon, and Thunderlane and Rumble, there were still a number of out-of-towners in Ponyville’s park. The nearest pair of ponies she didn’t know couldn’t have been Pinkie’s sisters; one was a stallion, and they were both pegasi. She spotted a pink pony and started to walk towards her, but then noticed she had a horn, and her companion was a pegasus. Then she spotted two unfamiliar pink ponies, neither of whom had wings or horns, and one of whom looked worried.
“That has to be them,” she said, walking in their direction.
Quite soon, she began to have doubts as her ears caught some of their conversation.
“You keep looking towards the east. Are you sure you’re not nervous?”
“I keep telling you, Luckette. I’m not worried. I told you I left my friends the seamstress and the mane stylist in charge of my theatre.”
Redheart turned tail and carried on canning the park.

“♪It’s the Pie Sister Swap Day Song!”
“♪Hey.”
If Redheart hadn’t spotted the two grey earth pony mares singing that, she might not have believe they were related to Pinkie. She shrugged and galloped towards them, realising that one of these mares did look rather uneasy.
“Special delivery for Limestone Pie,” she said, holding the parcel aloft.
Limestone was surprised. Marble breathed a sigh of relief.
“Is that your present for me, Marble?” asked Limestone.
“M-hm,” nodded Marble. “But… I don’t know who this pony is.”
“I’m Nurse Redheart.”
She didn’t mention she was a friend of Pinkie’s.
“I was asked to deliver this parcel that was mailed to this town,” she finished.
“Pretty clever, Marble,” grinned Limestone. “Thanks, Nurse.”

She reached out to take her PSSSD present, but Redheart grabbed her hoof.
“What in Tartarus happened to your hoof!” she exclaimed.
“What? Nothing.”
She took her parcel with her left hoof, but Redheart refused to let go of her right.
“It’s so dry and cracked,” she said with wide eyes. “And look at these red rashes!”
“It’s just from quarrying rock,” insisted Limestone, yanking her hoof away.
“We work on a rock farm, you see,” put in Marble. “Handling rocks does tend to dry out our hooves.”
Redheart boldly made a grab for one of Marble’s hooves and examined it.
“Yours looks alright,” she said. “You treat it regularly, I take it?”
“M-hm,” nodded Marble. “I use plenty of moisturizer. How often do you, Limestone?”
Limestone scoffed. “I can live with dry hooves.”
“I wouldn’t recommend it,” said Redheart gravely. “You’ve plainly got eczema.”
“But I don’t smoke,” protested Limestone.
“Not emphysema. Eczema. It’s dermatitis,” explained Nurse Redheart. “And it goes beyond dryness and itchiness. It leads to blisters and rashes and scabs.”
Marble gasped. “That’s bad, Limestone. If you haven’t been moisturizing your hooves in all the years you’ve been working on the rock farm…”
Limestone gulped.
“No need to panic,” assured Redheart. “It’s not too severe. Come with me. I’ll have you checked into Ponyville Hospital. You two can carry on with your PSSSD gift exchange in the waiting room.”

Mrs Cake was glad to see Pinkie Pie arrive with the baking ingredients.
“Thank you, Pinkie Pie,” she said. “Mind if I ask if Limestone gave you any trouble?”
Pinkie grunted. “Well, I mighta made things worse between us.”
She told Mrs Cake about deliberately meeting her sisters at the station. Mrs Cake said nothing.
“Actually,” Pinkie went on, “I spent most of my day at the station. Barnyard Bargains was outta sugar so I wanted to wait for their delivery by rail.”
“Don’t tell me you took the sugar right off the train,” chuckled Mrs Cake.
“No, I never ended up meeting the good train. I met up with Nurse Redheart there,” Pinkie told her. “She’s back from her holiday.”
“Oh, before I forget,” said Mrs Cake, “Derpy was here earlier looking for you. She might have a…”
“She found me already,” interrupted Pinkie and she deposited the groceries. “It turned out Marble intended for me to deliver Limestone’s PSSSD gift. But I knew that’d just end in disaster, so Redheart offered to do it for me.”
Derpy came bursting in.
“Oh, good. You’re here,” she said breathlessly.
“Derpy, you already gave me Marble’s parcel,” said Pinkie with a raised eyebrow.
“No, no. I’ve got a message for you,” said Derpy. “Your sister Limestone had to go to the hospital.
Pinkie gasped.
“Oh, my,” said Mrs Cake. “She must’ve gotten on the wrong side of Nurse Redheart as well.”

Despite her concern, Pinkie Pie managed to not make a scene when she arrived at the hospital and asked around for Limestone and Marble. When she was shown to their room, she entered to find Nurse Redheart administering some occlusive dressing to Limestone’s hooves.
“Oh. Hi Pinkie,” said Limestone calmly. “I thought you might have come here… Marble’s stopped talking again.”
“What’s wrong with Limestone, Nurse?” asked Pinkie.
“Years and untreated eczema,” answered Redheart. “It’ll be a long time before your sister’s fit for work again.”
Pinkie and Marble expected Limestone to protest, but Limestone didn’t seem too fussed about not being able to run the rock farm for a while. She did still give Pinkie a dispirited look.
“You know, Limestone,” Nurse Redheart went on, “I used to annoy Pinkie here just by turning up and talking. Just think what might’ve happened if she’d never gotten over our disagreement and make an effort to be my friend. I wouldn’t have noticed you were in a bad state of health, and you would have carried on in your same stubborn way until you couldn’t even stand up anymore.”
“Yeah,” nodded Limestone. “I, uh… I was just thinking that. Sorry, Pinkie. You and I both know I don’t want you out of my life. I’ll never shoo you away again.”
“Aw. Thanks, Limestone,” beamed Pinkie.
She hugged Limestone, who was unable to hug back due to her hooves being covered in goo.
“Say, what did Marble get you for PSSSD, anyway?” asked Pinkie.
Limestone chuckled. “It’s a case of moisturizing cream.”
Marble twiddled her hooves, which were holding Limestone’s PSSSD gift for her; a miniature statue of a stallion made of keystone thrust.
“Oh. You thought she need a new and better brand, so you got her the kind you use, and now you’ve found out that she never moisturized at all?” guessed Pinkie.
“M-hm,” Marble nodded.