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// The End 
// Story: Plus Ones 
// by Hammerhead 
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It was late in the evening, and the Royal Canterlot Gala was ending, with everyone making their departure. Amongst the group was Garble and his new poetry fans, commenting on how well the whole party went on.

“Well I must say Garble, it was a delight to speak with you. I do hope you return to Canterlot, I’m sure the poetry society would love to hear more of your work,” said Laura Ate, Garble felt pleased with himself.

“Totally, maybe I’ll try and not make a mess next time!” he remarked, and the rest of the group laughed in response. After a few waves, the trio left Garble in the courtyard as he waited to meet Ember before departing. It was at that point that he noticed that familiar-looking light-yellow mare that dealt with the spider make her departure too, followed by the sound of someone humming.

Curious, he followed the sound of the humming, only to find it was coming from Pharynx. He was humming, stepping and bouncing in time to a tune, and he looked…happy, oblivious to who was watching him. It looked strange, but also a bit amusing, to see a changeling who was acting serious for most of the night looking so cheerful and quietly dancing to himself.

The entertainment only stopped once Garble cleared his throat, the first thing Pharynx could see once he opened his eyes was a red dragon with his arms folded and a smirk on his face. Almost immediately, he returned to his composure, eyes wide open and desperately trying to avoid turning as red as the dragon he was facing.

“So, had a fun time then?” Garble remarked, taking advantage of Pharynx’s discomfort.

“Actually yeah, I did. In fact, even after you invited those crazy ponies across, I made a good friend today.” Pharynx retorted, trying to fight off being caught out. “So how did you find dealing with smarter and fancier folk?”

A small puff of smoke emitted out of Garble’s nose in frustration, “If you want to know, they might not think I’m smart, but they think I have potential. Guess I made a few pony friends, no thanks to you.”

The two stared down each other judgingly as Ember and Thorax made their way out, ready to take their leave. The two looked back and forth at Garble and Pharynx as their staring contest progressed, suspicious as what the two were getting up to.

“Did something happen between you two?” asked Thorax.

“You two didn’t have anything to do with what happened at the Gala tonight, did you?” Ember included in the questioning.

The pair kept their eyes towards each other, whatever they did result in them having a good time, so ended up with a grin on their faces. Pharynx answered with “Nope”, and Garble answered with “Nothing at all.”