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// Epilogue 
// Story: The Secret Agent 
// by SecretAgentPlotTwist 
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“I thought the word you used to describe this place was ‘cute’.”

Drops looked around the restaurant, examining all the paintings on the wall, expensive vases, and the various smartly dressed adults that were also dining that night. Smiling, she returned her gaze over the candlelight and at her date.

“Did I say cute?” Lyra said with a little blush. “Fancy is what I meant.”

Drops chuckled. They both knew the location of this ‘catch-up’ had been changed once the meaning behind it did. Now it was out in the open, Drops felt a lot more confident about the whole situation.

That being said, it hadn't stopped Drops from being very nervous going into this. As embarrassing as it was to admit, Derpy had come round a few hours beforehand to help her mentally prepare for the date—and help with the two moments of hyperventilation that occurred.

Drops would later find out Lyra had done a similar thing. Only she had the help of every other member of the gang, with Cloudkicker and—more surprisingly—Octavia being more emotional than Lyra was. It sounded like a grand affair.

“That dress looks beautiful on you,” Drops said. She had decided against telling her she had seen her purchase the dress during her recon.

Lyra smiled sheepishly. “Thanks. You look amazing in that tux. It really suits you.”

Drops blushed. The tux had been what Rarity designed for her in the end. She was originally quite surprised, but Rarity insisted it would look great on her and decided to wear it. Admittedly, she was right.

“Menus madams.”

Drops politely took the menu that had been placed in front of her. “Thank yo—”

Fast Glider, still in his bandages and arm sling but now dressed as a waiter, gave Drops a little wink before moving onto the next table. Drops glared at him the whole time but failed to hide a little smirk. He was most likely still being forced on leave due to his injuries and was finding ways to fill his time.

“So, how's the reading going?” Lyra asked.

Drops sighed. “Could be going better. When the agency sent over all the files I thought they sent me a boat judging by the size of the package. Most of it is quite useless too.”

“Sounds rough.” Lyra thought for a second. “You gonna have enough time to do the friendship games in a few weeks time? We could use an ace to finally win it.”

Drops gave her an apologetic look. “Sorry, while I’ll have finished by then, it’s against regulations to actually win one of those competitions without good reasons. I’ll be able to compete, but I’ll be holding back.”

Lyra looked a bit disappointed, but then shrugged. “Oh well. Should be a good time anyway.”

Drops thought for a second. “Yeah,” she agreed with a smile. “After all the stress of the musical showcase, it should be good to have a little school activity with no crazy magical disaster.”