“It was CRAZY! You had to see it. First it went woosh! then it went waaaaah! and–”
“For the last time, tell me what happened?” the stallion growls. “I don’t care about your... onomatopoeias, young lady.”
“Pinkie...”
Mayor Mare sighs, hard at work not to show a smidge of annoyance in her voice. Not at Pinkie, of course — she wouldn't dare. The poor party pony went through so much already. Mayor is just hating the new setting. The cold room, its metal chairs, and the stallion hidden in the shadow on the other side of the table.
“Just,” Mayor pleads, “please, focus, and listen to him.”
Pinkie pinches her lips, and quickly breaks into a nod. “Sorry, Mayor." An awkward smile follows with the rise of a thumping sound. Untamable jitters run down her legs, squeaking the old screws of her chair. “I’m just, I mean, Ah! You were there too! And Cheerilee as well. Right, Cheery?”
Pinkie turns over her seat’s backrest to catch a glimpse of the schoolmare lying on a makeshift bed in the room. Asleep.
Mayor Mare gives Pinkie a gentle shoulder tap. “Leave her alone,” she hushes. Forced to sit still on her uncomfortable chair, she can only simmer, answer questions, and wait. But thinking of the poor bordeaux pony, Mayor Mare only knows frustration, and that worrying won’t help, but still… She struggles not to sprint and run to her special somepony. So close, yet so far. “She… She needs time.”
An angry rumble snaps the two Ponyville residents back to their interrogator. Sitting in the shadow on the other side of the cold, featureless table, only his grey hooves shine under the blinding light of the ceiling lamp. “Can’t you two focus?”
“I’m Pinkie Pie, ahah! You know the deal,” Pinkie chuckles, quickly zipping her mouth shut in the absence of an answer. “Uh, well, where do you wanna start?”
“The beginning.”
“Are you certain you want it from the beginning?” Mayor asks, motioning her hoof to commend him for clarity.
“Yes, I am.”
Mayor Mare throws her neck back, stiff and cranky. Her joints give a satisfying pop, and she whispers, “Alright.”
“Shotgun!”