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// 1: The Ice Cream Incident 
// Story: Amending Offences 
// by Bookish Delight 
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A reinforced-porcelain bowl piled high with ice cream and toppings was placed, with a distinctive clink, on one of Sugarcube Corner's booth tables.

"All right, then: that's one nine-scoop Neapolitan sundae with choco-caramel-de-leche syrup, almonds, peanuts, gummy bears, and our special new rainbow-sprinkle-infused whipped cream!" The apron-clad, blue-skinned and pink-haired caterer who had just served the sundae looked at Pinkie Pie, who'd been sitting in the booth and looking at the bowl with the world's most wide-eyed, ecstatic expression. "I'd warn you to be careful tackling this monster, but I feel like that'd be insulting at least one of us."

"Awww, Mrs. Cake," Pinkie said, with a good-natured dismissive wave. "You could never insult me with ice cream or concern for my well-being!" She looked back at the sundae. "Though I'm... gonna need a bigger spoon."

"Good call. Coming right up," Cup Cake said, walking to the supply counter at the front of the diner. 

Pinkie picked up her regular-sized spoon and let out a slow gasp towards the ice cream—then shifted her head to the side so she could direct one more gasp to a waiting Sunset Shimmer, who was sitting on the booth's opposite side. "This... is all for me?" she asked.

"Yep," Sunset said, beaming. "All for you."

"But..." Pinkie pored over the full-to-bursting bowl. "No one's ever put all my favorite sundae sweets in one big sundae before! Not even me."

Sunset blinked, not quite sure how to respond to that. "Wait, really? I thought that would seem like a no-brainer."

Pinkie shrugged.

"Well, dig in. Like I said, this is all for you." She leaned back in the booth with crossed arms and a cocksure smile. "And if you want any more toppings, all you have to do is ask."

Pinkie brought her spoon close to the bowl. "Aren't you going to have some?" Pinkie asked.

Sunset shook her head. "Nope. I'm not going to steal a bite. I just want to watch you being happy." She swiped her silverware to one side.

The sundae did look good enough to demolish, and there was certainly enough of it for more than two people to reasonably consume. But Sunset had already decided she could not, nay, would not—mainly because she could practically see the love gushing from Pinkie's cheeks in heart form right now, and she wanted to preserve that look forever if possible. 

Especially after what she'd done earlier. Especially after who she'd been earlier, and knew she never wanted to be again. Who knew that rogue Equestrian magic could actually teach her real lessons once in a while, as opposed to simply putting her world and life in danger every few months?

"Awwwwww, Sunset," Pinkie purred, "that's the best-diddley-est of you!" She raised her spoon, ready to dig in with marvelous force...

Then hesitated. Her smile slowly turned into analytical, suspicious pursed lips.

"In fact, it's... more than the best, isn't it?"

Uh-oh. "Uh... w-what do you mean?" Sunset asked, shifting her eyes around the diner, doing her best to stay as aloof as possible, and failing miserably. 

Sunset watched with an inward panic as Pinkie set down the spoon, and put on her jacket. Pinkie met Sunset's eyes, her own a mix of worry, disappointment... and the slightest hint of betrayal. She left the booth, walking to the door.

Crap.

"Pinkie, wait!" Sunset desperately dug for cash to pay for the dessert, finally plunking a few bills on the table. It was far more than even the price of the three triple-deluxe sundaes combined together that made up Pinkie's already-melting bowl, but she didn't care. More important matters were at stake. 

Namely, an entire friendship.

"Pinkie, hold on, please!" Sunset rushed out of the booth, following Pinkie Pie outside. "I can explain!"