Good morning, Sunshine,
Some party last night, huh? I didn’t know you had such a low tolerance for alcohol. No wonder you only drink wine on movie night. You’re a great dancer when you’re drunk, though.
Anyway, I’d like to take you up on your offer to hang out in Canterlot for a week while the fire dies down, but I might need some help getting there. Twilight took my leg bones and is refusing to give them back unless I promise not to leave her alone with her mom. I don’t mind for the most part (I can finally put my legs behind my head), but it makes sneaking out to the train station a little more difficult. Can you send a couple flying dudebros and a chariot to the library? Twilight is too busy hyperventilating in my corner to notice if I leave through the upstairs window.
See you when I get there.
Love, Anon
P.S. - Mrs. Velvet is still asleep, so she doesn’t know Twi took my bones yet. Please don’t tell her.
P.P.S. - You know that bone-growing spell, right? If you don’t, can you get someone who does?
P.P.P.S. - I realize that first postscript makes it look like I’m trying to spare Twilight’s feelings, but I swear I’m not. I just think it would be funny if she had to explain to her mom why there are random bones scattered around.