Spike glared as Twilight teleported in a character sheet. "Twilight, we talked about this."
She offered a smile, or at least exposed teeth. "Come on, we already have an oversized party. What harm could it do?"
He crossed his arms. "The last time you played Amaranth, she one-shot the boss so hard it set my campaign notes on fire. Literally."
"Let Trixie guess," guessed Trixie, "typical glory-hogging wizard doing literally everything just because she can."
Twilight snickered. "Please, I outgrew wizards back before my brother stopped letting me play with his group."
"You have a brother?" said Trixie.
"My point is that magic is a crutch for optimizers—"
Spike coughed in a way that sounded suspiciously like "Munchkins."
"Optimizers who want to take the easy route to winning O&O." After a moment, Twilight added, "Besides, the actual magic system is laughable. Yak Stance might have been an incredible fantasy writer, but he was no thaumologist."
"Um..." Fluttershy raised a wing. "How do you win at Ogres and Oubliettes? I thought it was like playing a story."
"It is," said Spike, "unless you're somepony like Twilight. Then it's a math problem to solve. Like how to get one of the least physically capable races to deal triple-digit damage with one swing of her sword."
"All Trixie got from that is that she'll be better at magic than Sparkle in the game. Trixie approves!"