//------------------------------// // Georg's Fancy Feast (FoME's "Meal Fit for a Princess") // Story: Never the Final Word (Vol. 2) // by FanOfMostEverything //------------------------------// Rarity paused, her ears perking up as if they were listening for an accustomed sound, now absent. "I'm just glad you're able to restrain yourself in other areas, darling. Why, some of the ponies around town were worried when you first became an alicorn. Can you imagine that they thought you might snack on house pets?" "Ahhh..." Twilight squirmed, twisting one hoof against the long fibers of Rarity's main room rug. "About that, Rarity." "It will wait for just a moment," insisted Rarity. "Opalescence is on a very strict schedule. She's getting a little old and set in her ways, but once the clock strikes one--" The nearby grandmother clock obediently chimed a single time and Rarity floated a bowl of cat food over to the elaborate cat dining area. "There we go, Opal, darling. Time for din-din." There was a noticeable lack of cat in the area. Rarity turned to look at Twilight, who promptly exclaimed, "It's not my fault! I mean I had been so good for so long, but--" "You... ate my cat?" Rarity stared at her friend for the longest time, seeming not to breathe. Then she inhaled. Held it for a time. And let it back out. "She was getting old. She widdled in my yarn last week, you know." "I'm sorry," said Twilight with a sniff. "Can I do anything to make it up to you?" "Oh, pish posh." Rarity made a dismissive gesture with a flip of one hoof. "You can go with me out to Fluttershy's and help me pick out a new one, I suppose, if that will make you feel better. One who won't widdle on my yarn, of course." "That... might be a little difficult," admitted Twilight. "Restraining order. I may have gotten a little.... snacky the last time I was over at her house." Her eyes shifted from side to side, then focused on a new target. "Speaking of which, since you don't need that cat food any more, do you mind if I...."