“All done!”
Yawning, Amethyst surveyed her office-slash-living-room-slash-place-to-wonder-what-the-hayseed-had-gone-wrong-with-her-life. For Derpy, she ticked the last item on “Derpy’s Buck-It List!!!!!”
She frowned. “Rodeo… Languages… Time travel?”
“Aheh. Well, one thing led to another, then poof! Twenty-six adventures before breakfast.”
Amethyst glowered… then relaxed. Derpy, lying? Never. She’d seen Derpy do some of these. The French-learning had consisted of Derpy’s “bonny-jo-urr, silver plate” school of multilingualism, but she’d tried.
“Now what? I must’ve done everything in the world.”
Amethyst boiled with resentment. Either hard work organizing or a hard time watching Twilight do it instead. She'd hardly ever left Ponyville.
“How should I know?” she muttered.
Derpy leaked misery.
With instant shame, Amethyst cooled down. After all, Derpy still trusted… valued… her list-making skills.
“Don’t suppose…” Amethyst mumbled guiltily “…you’d teach me some French?”
And Derpy cheered up like a Hearth’s Warming present. Now that was worth an afternoon of “Jer swee Der-pay”.