Finishing her stale donut, Starlight Glimmer-Lulamoon, the impromptu blushing bride, had one more inquiry of her spouse. "Well Trixie, and I hope you don't mind us being on a first name basis now that we're married, I have one question for you. And I'm asking this as your wife, so I demand honesty."
The morally ambiguous, possibly manic showpony considered this, lips pursed thoughtfully as she twirled the end of her mane with magic.
"I suppose honesty is the foundation of any good relationship, or some drivel like that. Very well then, Starrrrlight," Trixie drew out the pronunciation of the name, rolling it around on her tongue for the first time, "Trixie will grant you an honest answer to an honest question. What would you know about the Great and Powerful Trixie that she has not yet told you?"
Starlight had the question ready and waiting. "So, to recap, within hours of our meeting each other, you have made me do your laundry, fed me dinner, conscripted me as your indentured servant, declared me as your friend, and then married me."
Trixie raised an eyebrow. "Clearly you've been paying attention. So when does this anecdote become an inquiry? Trixie cannot answer a statement."
"My inquiry," Starlight continued, "is this. Why did you just marry me when I was already your willing servant?"
The Great and Powerful Trixie adopted a look most incredulous, as though this was the dumbest question Starlight could have asked. "Trixie would have thought that answer obvious, but perhaps she overestimated your intelligence on such things."
She floated an empty mug into Starlight's hoof. "Servants require wages. Spouses are tax deductible. Now, if you'll excuse Trixie, the coffee should be done brewing by now."