Spike was ready for many things, but he wasn't ready for a romantic picnic. "Oh...wow...that was an actual invitation for a date… I'd have actually worn clothes if I knew this was a real date," he said before noticing the look of absolute confusion on Cheerilee's face as she approached the picnic too.
The two met each other and asked at the exact same time, "Did you really ask me on a date?" This was met with stone-faced silence. The two looked around.
"This isn't a very funny prank," Spike said as the two sat on either side of the blanket. Two wine glasses full of punch sat in front of them. The two picked up the glasses awkwardly, when they heard a bunch of giggling, the two looked over just in time to see a bow disappear over the top of a nearby bush. Cheerilee suddenly started giggling.
"Oh my...I'm sorry Spike. I told the girls I didn't have any plans today and I guess they tracked you down as a good match.”
Spike too had started laughing, "I was wondering why they asked me if I had any plans today… and when they mentioned you I thought they were trying to pawn their homework off on me." The two laughed for a little bit before they looked at the punch.
"Well, on the bright side, this punch looks delicious."
"Agreed," Spike cheered as the two downed their glasses. Spike coughed, his pupils dilating. "This isn't punch," he complained.
"What is it the–" At the exact same time the two burped a half heart that joined together to form a heart. "What the...?" Cheerilee had time to say before the two's eyes suddenly glowed with pink and purple rings and the two stared deeply at each other.
"Yes!" The Crusaders cheered as they peeked out of their bush.
"Oh, Spike… will you be my Special Somepony?" Cheerilee said, squeezing Spike’s face, who squeezed hers back.
"Oh… I'm not a pony, but I'll be your Special Somepony anyway," Spike sighed. The Crusaders cheered and ran out of their bush, circling the two and cheering them on until Cheerilee suddenly said,
"You're my schmoopy-droopy sweetie-weetie pony pie."
"Wait, what?" Scootaloo asked just before Spike replied,
"I'm a Dragon..and you're my schmoopy-droopy sweetie-weetie pony pie too."
"Then you're my cutie-patootie lovie-dovie honey-bunny."
"You're my hearty-smarty smoochy-=woochy baby-waby."
"Hey!" Scootaloo interjected. "None of that!"
"What’s wrong with you guys?" Sweetie asked. The two ignored them and continued to call each other sickeningly sweet names. Spike suddenly produced a bouquet of roses from nowhere.
"Oh No!" Sweetie cried, "This is horrible… Roses are so cliche, we must have done something wrong…” She turned to Cheerilee and Spike, "You two stay here, well fix this."
The trio ran to see what they had done wrong, as soon as they were gone Spike offered Cheerilee his hand. "Want to go to Sugarcube Corner? I get an employee discount.”
"I'll go wherever you go," she said dreamily, taking his hand as the two walked to Sugarcube Corner.