Spitfire chewed on her lower lip. “They're still kissing.”
Twilight looked up from her conversation with Zecora and Ledger Line. “Yeah, it probably passed into public indecency around an hour and twenty-five minutes ago,” she conceded. She gently scratched behind Spike’s ear fins. Spike was curled up on a large, enchanted pillow, fast asleep. Years may have passed, but he was still very young for a dragon, and it had certainly been a full adventure for him today.
Ledger Line agreed. He was all for seeing their happy ending, but apparently ‘happily ever after’ involved really sloppy kissing.
Spitfire looked back at them. “Are you going to tell them to stop?”
“Are you?” Twilight challenged.
Spitfire looked at them again, and shook her head. “I'm good. But seriously. It's been, like, two hours.” She turned to leave. “That's gotta be some kind of record.”