After Vinyl protesting to get food since her and Octavia didn’t have breakfast, Vinyl, Octavia, and Derpy decided to go out for lunch. They arrived at the restaurant, were seated, and had their orders taken. The first to speak up, was of course, Vinyl.
“They should give us those coloring sheets and crayons that the fillies and colts get.” Vinyl harshly stated while making a pouty face.
Derpy burst out laughing but Octavia asked, “Are you serious Vinyl, think about all the paparazzi taking pictures of you coloring.”
All three of them started laughing and Derpy even had tears in her mismatched eyes. The thought of ponies standing around their table with flashing cameras as Vinyl furiously colored with a crayon had them all chuckling.
Vinyl stopped laughing for a second and said, “Then think of the newspaper with the headline : DJ Pon 3 Years Old!”
Through intense laughter Octavia managed to say, “We need to stop laughing so loud or somepony is going to think something is wrong with us.”
After they had finally calmed down and each had some soda Vinyl struck up a conversation with derpy but that left Octavia to think.
I can’t stop thinking about it. This is already too much of a burden. We can’t talk about the agency in public but it is so tempting to just start asking questions and learning more. I don’t know how Vinyl is managing it now and I really have no clue how Derpy managed to hide it from me all this time we’ve been friends. You would think that you would know all there is to know about a pony that you have been friends with since grade school. Apparently not.
“What about you Octy?” Vinyl suddenly asked, breaking Octavia’s mental shield.
“What? Sorry I was thinking about something.”
“Oh, we just were wondering, what’s your favorite flavor of muffin? Mine is chocolate and Derpy’s is obviously blueberry.”
“I’m not really sure. Maybe… pumpkin I guess.”
“That’s interesting, I haven’t met many ponies whose favorite is pumpkin.” Derpy said. “Sometimes you can tell a lot about a pony just from something simple like their favorite flavor of muffin.”
“Okay miss oracle.” Vinyl spoke up.
Derpy just laughed it off and started talking about different muffin flavors again. Which left Octavia to her thoughts.
How can I live like this? I can’t just stand about constantly having secrets on my mind. No, Octavia listen to your brain. This is a brain situation, not a heart situation. I’m only wanting to talk so that I can have questions answered. If I get those questions answered then I won’t have to worry about them… or my memory getting wiped.
“Yes, that’s a good idea.”
“Uh, what?” Vinyl asked as she turned and looked at Octavia strangely.
“I didn’t mean to say that out loud.” Stuttered Octavia who was becoming quite red.
“What’s on your mind?” Asked Vinyl.
“Well-” Octavia said before she remembered the rules. “Nothing important. Just something for Orchestra.”
“Oh, okay. That was just kind of weird how you blurted out something random like that.”
Octavia giggled softly, very embarrassed.
Nice save Octavia. Just make sure that next time you don’t need a save. Also make sure to try and not speak your thoughts, or at least, not that literally.
Then the waiter came. Upon his trolley was their food on white plates. The amazing aroma and warm feeling that suddenly came to them was spectacular. Maybe it was just because Octavia and Vinyl hadn’t had breakfast but as soon as the waiter left they seemed to instantly chow down. The amazing flavor from their food seemed heavenly. Derpy was trying not to laugh because Vinyl looked ridiculous digging her non-existent claws into her food.
“This is delicious.” Vinyl managed to say through an enormous heap of food stuffed in her face.
Derpy burst out laughing and couldn’t eat for a few minutes. After another hour they finally decided to leave.
“We shouldn’t have spent so long talking.” Octavia said.
“Well it couldn’t have done any harm.” Vinyl replied.
“Actually that could have been seating for-”
“Oh don’t worry about it they had plenty of seats.” Vinyl said.
“Yeah, I guess you’re right.” Octavia admitted.
“Wow, look at that sculptor!” Derpy exclaimed while pointing across the street.
They walked over and watched the stallion who was sculpting with a small crowd around him. It appeared there was four lumps of rock connected in the middle.
“Oh, it’s a butterfly.” Octavia said.
“Oh yeah, I can see it now.” Vinyl whispered
“I had no idea. You have a real creative mind Octavia. I guess you do play an instrument.” Derpy added.
They watched him. Manipulating the shape of the rock to his idea. Carving the shape slowly making it more and more like the beautiful insect it was supposed to be. It was hypnotising watching the stallion slowly but steadily form the butterfly from a rock. After 10 minutes they realised how long they had been watching and left after giving him some money in his bowl.
“That guy is pretty amazing.” Vinyl said.
“I agree. He has a lot of talent. I think he should be a professional sculptor.” Derpy added.
Octavia had nothing to say however and was back to thinking.
Why did the shape of the butterfly appeal so much to me? What was it about the fact that it was a butterfly-
“You need to take a break from thinking.” Said Vinyl who had noticed the same look on Octavia’s face.
“I guess you’re right.” Octavia replied.
As they reached their home Derpy opened the mailbox and pulled out all the mail. She followed them inside and started looking through the mail. She put all the normal stuff in the mail basket until she came upon a letter sent by the Royal Canterlot Staff.
“Woah! You guys we got a letter from the Royal Canterlot Staff.”
Vinyl and Octavia both ran over and practically yelled, “Open it!”
Derpy opened the letter and started reading.
“Dear Vinyl Scratch, Octavia Melody, and Derpy Hooves, you are hereby invited to the Grand Galloping Gala.” Derpy managed to say before stopping and asking, “Am I dreaming?”