“Tired?”
At the question, Twilight raised her head from her bowl of soup and looked into the concerned eyes of Lemon Hearts. She shook her head. “No. Just thinking.” She lifted her spoon to her lips and slurped.
“Must be kinda intense. You didn’t even hear my question.”
Twilight winced. “Sorry.”
The two sat in some café Twilight hadn’t caught the name of, after she had gone into Canterlot for lunch and found Lemon in line here. It was a small, cozy café, though roomy enough for a fair amount of seating. The owner seemed to be going for some sort of rustic theme, judging from the decorative farm implements on the walls and the bare-wood tabletops.
The small businesses around the SGU tended to have a high turnover rate as ponies opened up shops to cater to students, then either folded or moved to another location. Twilight recalled a pastry shop had been in this place last year; she remembered because she had sworn never to go to it again after the outrageous price they had charged for a pair of cookies that were far too small and far too sweet. The café was a definite improvement, her soup had been far more reasonably priced and had a mild spiciness to give it a bit of punch.
“Did you plan to bring anything to Minuette’s tonight?” Lemon asked.
Twilight pondered the question. “Maybe a book or two. Why?”
“She’s ordering in pizzas for dinner and wanted to confirm nopony else was bringing food.”
“Oh. No, then, go ahead.” Twilight dipped her spoon into her soup for another slurp.
Across from her, Lemon poked a knife at a wrap on a small paper plate. “So, what’s on your mind that you didn’t hear me?”
Twilight didn’t answer right away. She let her spoon click on the rim of her bowl and sat back. “I’ve been having some weird dreams lately. Have you ever heard of a mare named Sunset Shimmer?”
“Can’t say I have.”
“I’ve dreamed about her twice this week.” Twilight scrunched her face at the sudden lift of Lemon’s eyebrows. “Not like that!” She shook her head. “We’re just hanging out, like we usually do. The first time we were in the library, then in a classroom.”
“Okay.” Lemon shrugged. “What’s weird about them?”
“I have no idea who this mare is, Lemon! But I’ve dreamed about her twice, vividly. I remember her eyes, her coat, her mane, her voice. It’s like she’s a real pony.”
“What’s she look like?”
“Red and yellow mane, orange coat, teal eyes. Sun-shaped cutie mark. If I could draw worth anything I could sketch an exact portrait of her from memory.” Twilight took a breath before continuing. “There are two possibilities – either this mare actually exists, or she does not. If she does, then it is highly improbable I could have such clear and consistent recollections about her identity but don’t remember meeting her in real life. If she does not, then the question must be asked of why I’ve had two dreams about an imaginary mare.”
“Dreams are sometimes considered a reflection of one’s inner psyche,” Lemon recited. “Are you having any trouble lately in your life that Sunset somehow alleviates?”
Twilight rolled her tongue in her mouth and thought. “No. All things considered life is pretty good right now. I’m worried about doing well, but that’s natural and I’ve never had dreams like this before.”
“She does not provide you any outlet for socialization about topics you can’t discuss with your friends?”
Twilight’s eyes snapped back to Lemon. “What? No, I love you guys! Moondancer, Minuette, Twinkleshine, you! You four are the best friends a girl could ask for. And I have Luster too, now.”
Lemon murmured as Twilight began to lift her soup spoon. “Why did you note Luster as an afterthought?”
“I didn’t!” Twilight let her spoon drop back into the bowl. “What are you inferring?”
“Nothing. I just make note of what you said and how you said it.”
“Well, good.” Twilight huffed. “Because Luster is my friend, and I’m glad she is making friends with my friends so we can all be friends. The six of us can be one big happy group of friends.”
“You’re raising your voice.”
“I am not!” The hoof meeting her face was practically subconscious. Twilight lowered it. “Okay, if I’m to be totally honest here…” she slumped slightly. “It’s awkward that I have to make friends with her.” She quickly amended, “and I am her friend, and don’t mind it, she’s a good pony. It’s just… pressure I don’t need. And she’s a challenge.”
“A challenge?” Lemon lifted her wrap and took a bite as she listened.
“Princess Celestia said Luster needed a friend. It follows that making more than one would be better, right? But I keep having to push Luster to spend time with you guys and even when she goes along with it, I’m not sure she actually likes it. And if I’m forcing her to do something she doesn’t want to do, she’s definitely not going to make friends with you girls and not going to want to be my friend anymore either.”
Twilight sighed. Her ears dropped as she stared at her soup, noodles bobbing on the surfaces. “Without you guys, the two of us get along well, but we talk about studying and assignments most of the time and I’m not sure if that’s what the Princess expected. But I don’t have any ideas for other things to talk to her about, so what can I do? I’m not good at this friend-making stuff.”
She shook her head. “The Princess should have picked somepony else for this.”
“The Princess picked the perfect pony for this.”
Twilight perked up. “What?”
Lemon waved a hoof. “You’re trying to push Luster out of her comfort zone, but you’re being very attentive about how well she’s responding to your efforts. That’s a good thing. If you weren’t forcing her to make an effort, I’d say you’re not trying hard enough, and if you weren’t worried about how she’s handling it then you’d be oblivious about her needs. Maybe you’re worrying a bit too much, sure, but worrying is perfectly normal for this kind of thing.” She took a bite of her wrap.
“I can’t refute any of that.” Twilight gave a small smile. “Thanks.”
Lemon held up a hoof as she chewed and swallowed. “No problem. And I’ll bet this is related to the dreams, too. You said Sunset is red, yellow and orange with a sun cutie mark. Sounds like she’s a parallel to Luster, and that you’re projecting your difficulties getting along with Luster onto Sunset because you find her easier to get along with.”
“I dreamed about Sunset before I met Luster, though.”
“The first time may have just been a fluke, a normal, random dream. But your subconscious picked up on Sunset as a substitute for Luster and ran with it.”
Twilight tried to think of a reason Lemon might be wrong. It makes sense, sort of. But it still doesn’t feel right. Something about her dreams with Sunset felt odd, but she didn’t have the words to articulate how or why. She couldn’t even identify it well enough to classify it as a good or bad kind of odd. Luster wasn’t odd. Well, no odder than any other pony with a quirk or two. The kind of dreams Twilight had of Sunset didn’t fit Luster.
She sighed and fiddled with her soup spoon. “Do you think she’ll come tonight?”
“To Minuette’s place?” Lemon shrugged. “I’m not completely sure, but I think she will. She doesn’t seem the kind to go back on her word.”
“She’s also not the kind to go to parties, but I made her.” Twilight sighed again and twirled her spoon in her soup.
Lemon frowned. “You didn’t make her do anything, Twilight.”
Twilight looked away. “I, um, may have offered academic support if she came.”
“Ah.” Lemon thought for a moment. “Well, could always swing by her place and let her know she doesn’t have to come if she doesn’t want to.”
“I don’t know where she lives.”
Lemon inclined her head. “Well, then there’s only one thing to do – see how tonight plays out and hope it goes well.”
Twilight wished she could hide her face in her soup.
The last bowl was wiped out, rinsed, and set in the draining board next to the sink. Her chore done, Twilight pulled the stopper out of the sink and let the water drain.
“Did you wanna head over soon?” Twinkleshine asked.
She looked over her shoulder at her friend, laying on her bed, browsing her notebook.
“You look like you’re busy.”
“Nothing that can’t wait.” Twinkleshine snapped the notebook shut and sat up. “It’s quarter after five, don’t wanna wait too long.”
“Right.” Twilight walked to her bed and lifted her saddle bags filled with her notebook and a book for light reading onto her back. She looked at the top of the copy of Legends of the Stars she had checked out – she couldn’t help herself after her talk with Luster – and hesitated for a moment.
If Luster was there, the night would probably be awkward, at least for Twilight. If she wasn’t, then it more certainly would be awkward for most of them. She took a breath and shook her head. It’s too late, it’s done, see where it goes.
Twinkleshine hopped off the bed, stretched, and grabbed her keys from the table between the beds. “Any time you wanna be back by?”
“Within reason, but Minuette is usually good about knowing when it’s that time.”
“True.”
Twilight approached the door and waited for Twinkleshine to flick off the lights of the room before she exited into the hall. Her friend followed soon after and locked the door behind them.
The hallways of the SGU dorm were considerably quieter on weekends than weekdays. Weekdays, students were always coming and going, but on the weekends the only sounds were the muffled music and cheers of various student get-togethers happening, and they were comparatively few. The rest of the student body were studying, in town, or at a friend’s room.
Twilight and Twinkleshine headed to the main hall where the stairwells of the four floors of the building ran up and down the walls to the ground floor. They passed over the walkway between the two wings to the second part of the third-floor dorms. As they neared room 324, Twilight paused and stared.
Luster Dawn was down the hall – right in front of Minuette’s door judging from the distance – pacing in a circle staring at the floor. Twilight couldn’t quite see but it looked like her mouth was moving.
“Yo!” Twinkleshine waved a hoof as she passed Twilight. Twilight grimaced and followed her.
Luster stopped in her pacing and looked their way. “Oh! Um, hi.” She waved back.
“Everything okay?” Twinkleshine asked, stopping in front of her.
“Yeah, fine. Just…” Luster rubbed the back of her neck and looked up at the number on Minuette’s door. “Was trying to figure out if I was too early or too late, but you two are here now, so I guess that answers that question.”
Awkwardness, hesitation, self-doubt. Be supportive, you can do it! Twilight’s brain screamed at her. She snapped to attention and obeyed. “Minuette is usually fine with us coming by any time, as long as we’re here.”
The door swung open with a sing-song “And you a-a-are!” Minuette thrust her muzzle into the hall with a wide grin. “I like hallway parties, but it’s more comfy in a room with chairs.” She stepped back in. “Come on, if you want invitations you’ll need to give me warning next time.”
Closest to the door, Luster Dawn breathed deep and headed in. Twinkleshine followed and Twilight brought up the rear. The door clicked shut behind her.
Naturally, Minuette’s dorm room was the exact same layout as Twilight and Twinkleshine’s, and every other room on the third floor. Yet while Twilight and Twinkleshine had agreed on the practicality of not worrying about furnishings beyond the necessary, Minuette had taken the time to spruce her dorm room up. A white lampshade with colored tissue paper sat on the nightstand light, pictures of the group filled the wall above the dresser, and her kitchen cabinet doors were covered with white paper that had been doodled on with crayon.
Moondancer reclined on a bed reading a book and Lemon Hearts sat at the table munching on a strawberry-iced donut. She waved to the new group and swallowed what was in her mouth. “Hey, guys.”
As Twilight set her saddle bag by the dresser, she saw Luster staring at Moondancer. Luster then looked at Twilight. “Are we late? When did she arrive?”
Moondancer raised her eyes. “I was here at exactly five, as expected.”
“Don’t sweat it, Dawny!” Minuette put a hoof around her neck and ruffled her mane, prompting the mare to try and pull away. “Moony is always on time.”
“Well, yes.” Moondancer sniffed. “Agreement was to be here at five, so I—"
“It’s okay, Moony, we know!” Minuette turned her grin her way and released Luster. “So, pizza should be here sometime around six. We could put the movie on or play a game and watch the movie over pizza.”
“Movie?” Luster looked at Twilight again.
Twilight wasn’t quite sure how to decipher the look on Luster’s face. Fear, surprise, worry, annoyance? She pushed it aside and nodded. “Minuette rented a movie from the library, Cloudy Skies. She said so at lunch, remember?”
“No.” Luster mumbled her answer and shuffled her hooves.
“Game first,” Twinkleshine said, drawing the group’s attention. She grabbed a donut with white icing from a box on the counter and licked her lips. “By the time the movie is over we might wanna call it a night.”
“Agreed,” Moondancer chimed in.
“Great!” Minuette gestured to a short stack of boxes on the kitchen counter. “I’ve got Tourist, Dragon Pit, Dragon Pit Deluxe, Caper…”
Twilight cut in. “Something all six of us can play. And preferably a game we can complete within an hour so we aren’t here too late for the movie.”
“I have also brought a game.” Moondancer said. She lifted two small cardboard boxes from the bed beside her, rows of cards in them. “For help studying, I made a set of Trivia Trot cards based on the different subjects of third year. We could do individuals, or with three teams we could do round robin rules.”
“Trivia on school subjects?” Twinkleshine faked a gag and stuck out her tongue. “Why are you trying to make us learn on a Saturday?”
Moondancer rolled her eyes and set the cards back down.
“For something quick, Caper should be fine,” Twilight said.
“I’m game,” Lemon nodded.
“Great!” Minuette took the box from the stack, set it on the empty bed, and began to pull out the board and pieces. Lemon stood and moved the chairs over to the bed along with a hoofstool and a pair of folding chairs from against the wall. Minuette unfolded the board, a grid showing a large castle with various rooms. She then set a series of colored plastic ponies in starting positions.
As the group gravitated to the game area, Luster leaned into Twilight. “I’ve never played this before,” she whispered.
“Oh, you’ll get the hang of it pretty quickly.” Twilight swept a hoof over the board. “The idea is that one of Princess Celestia’s servants stole something of hers from the castle – a book, a key, a crown, a bag of bits, a scepter, or a cake. We have to figure out what was stolen, from what room, and who did it. We’re dealt cards that tell us what wasn’t the location, item, and pony, and by moving around the rooms and making guesses to see the cards of other players, you can deduce the truth and make the correct accusation to win the game.”
Luster relaxed. “Seems simple enough.”
“It’s a classic,” Twinkleshine said. She wrinkled her nose. “Though they keep trying to ruin it with expanded editions and alternate rulesets.”
“I thought the Thief version was fun,” Lemon said. She turned to Luster. “That’s a version where one of the players knows they’re the Thief and has to try to secretly steal the items from the different rooms without being found out.”
“It was way too complicated.” Twinkleshine shook her head. “They needed a way for the Thief to be able to steal the items without the player just announcing, ‘Hey I’m the Thief and I just stole that item’. So they introduced a bunch of magic-infused pieces and rules about how all players had to magically manipulate items to allow the Thief to do the same and mark items as stolen. It should have been fun, but it was a drag.”
“I rather enjoyed it,” Moondancer said evenly. “One had to keep track of the thefts and sabotages of equipment to notice the pattern of the Thief’s movements and deduce their location. There’s a reason the game gave each player notepads.”
“Of course you’d like the version that involves a lot of writing and note-taking,” Twinkleshine said.
“And of course you wouldn’t,” Moondancer replied.
Minuette thrust her hooves out “Okay, girls, that’s enough! We are here to have fun, not to argue! If you want to argue, we can play Real Estate.”
“No!” came a chorus of five replies.
Luster quickly shook her head and stuck out her tongue. “That game is how you destroy friendships.”
The others chuckled lightly. Minuette lifted the three decks of cards and began to shuffle.
Moondancer adjusted her glasses and raised her head. “The culprit was Petunia Petals, in the Observatory, stealing the Crown.” She lifted the envelope in the center of the board, opened the flap, and removed the three cards inside. She smiled widely and turned them around to show them to the rest of the group. “I win.”
The others groaned and set their cards down. “I had two out of three right,” Lemon mumbled. “Couldn’t figure out the room.”
“I had the room figured out by my third turn,” Twilight glared at the four different room cards in her hand. “It was everything else that eluded me.” She glanced at Luster; the other mare sorted her cards into their three categories and placed them in the middle of the board. “How’d you do?”
Luster turned to her. “I didn’t have anything solid to base an accusation on, but I had narrowed the options down to two each. I didn’t get the chance to move to the right rooms to start narrowing it down more.”
Moondancer and Lemon Hearts were gathering up the pieces of the game when there was a knock at the door. Minuette looked up at the clock. “Perfect timing!” She grabbed a change purse off the dresser and opened the door. The talk between her and the delivery pony was muffled, but after a few moments Minuette came back inside hoisting three pizza boxes and a paper bag. She tossed her purse back on the dresser and slid the pizza boxes onto the kitchen counter. “Come and get it!”
The five mares migrated to the table, bringing their chairs with them, and then moved on to the counter. Minuette opened the boxes and gestured to each as she spoke. “We have three-cheese, mushrooms with green peppers and olives, and everything.” She took six drink cans out of the paper bag and then dumped it on the counter, a pile of napkins, paper plates, straws, and cups of dip clattering out.
Twinkleshine took a plate and licked her lips as she floated three slices of the everything out of the box. She set them on her plate and grabbed one of the drink cans, then sat down at the table.
Lemon watched her and wrinkled her nose. “I see at least three things on that plate that should not be considered pizza toppings.”
Twinkleshine stuck her tongue out. “If it can go in my mouth, it can go on my slice.” She raised one and bit into it without breaking eye contact. Lemon grimaced and turned away.
Twilight floated two slices of veggie pizza onto a plate and watched Luster take two slices of cheese. “You like yours simple?” she asked.
Luster nodded. “Just cheese and maybe something like tomatoes or cucumber. You?”
“I’m not a fan of plain cheese.” Twilight squirmed in place a bit. “Pizza with just cheese and nothing else feels wrong somehow.”
When the six had gotten their meals and sat at the table, Lemon swallowed her bite and cleared her throat. “Did we wanna put on the movie while we’re eating?” A chorus of muffled agreements and nods answered her.
Lemon stepped away from the table and walked to between the beds. A black plastic casing the size of a large textbook lifted into view and she set it on the bed. A wide crystal sat on the top of the box and a panel with buttons and a digital readout were on the side. Lemon lifted a video cassette and pressed the top of the player box – a slot lifted up and she slid the video in and pushed it back down. She pressed two of the buttons and the crystal lit up, projecting a glowing blue-green rectangle on the curtains. Lemon turned the player to face one of the walls and began adjusting a dial, the projected rectangle changing size.
“Amazing stuff, isn’t it?” Twinkleshine watched the player, eyes gleaming with restrained wonder. “When we were fillies, movies had to be stored on massive reels bigger than that whole box.”
Luster looked at her. “Really?”
“Yup.” Twinkleshine nodded. “They only played in black and white, and the audio recordings were separate reels and were pretty much never properly synchronized with the visuals.”
“Wow.” Luster nodded and looked at the player in new appreciation.
“Haven’t you ever seen a movie, Dawny?” Minuette asked.
Luster shook her head. “We had a small theater in my hometown, but my parents never took me and I never really wanted to go.”
Hometown? Twilight was struck by the fact she had no idea where Luster was from. Should she have asked by now?
“Well, that is the future there.” Twinkleshine smiled at the player. “Now movies can simultaneously record color images and audio on the same magnetic tape, and on way smaller reels than before. Then the player box projects it all through a finely tuned crystal that works as power for the whole thing and also converts the signals on the tape into audio-visual output – that is, the projection.”
“Cool.” Luster tilted her head. “Though, why use the reels at all?”
“Uh, we kinda have to have a tape to play a movie from.”
“Do you?” Luster peered at the player. “You can encode images and sound on magic crystals, right? I’d wager the quality of the output would be a lot higher, being that crystal can’t degrade or be damaged as easily.” She tilted her eyes up. “Though granted, I don’t know if anypony has ever tried to encode audio and visual data onto the same crystal…”
Twilight tapped Luster on the shoulder. “Luster?” She pointed across the table and Luster turned her head.
Twinkleshine stared at Luster, eyes wide, mouth hanging open. Luster leaned away. “Uh, I say something?”
Twinkleshine’s head snapped to stare at Moondancer. “Moondancer, is everything she just said true?”
“I suppose.” Moondancer glanced at Luster. “Ponies have been using a form of runic inscription to imprint short moving pictures and voice samples on crystals for decades. Though I don’t know if the same crystal could handle both audio and visual data, and I’ve never heard of it done in such quantity of data as a movie. You’d need a pretty high-quality crystal with a lot of magical potential to store that level of information.” She raised her eyebrows and nodded. “But, theoretically, if you had such a crystal and could figure out the inscribing spells you’d need to imprint both audio and visual onto it, I don’t see why it couldn’t be done.”
Twinkleshine looked between the two and slowly split into a wide grin. “You two are geniuses.”
“Thank you,” Moondancer said politely.
“Yeah, thanks,” Luster replied with more confusion.
Twinkleshine looked back at the player box. Lemon had finished adjusting it and the starting title of the movie was displayed against the wall.
“Twinkles?” Minuette called softly.
“Think the library has blueprints on that thing?” Twinkleshine whispered.
“Probably. Why?”
“I think I just got an idea for my thesis.”
Twilight smiled proudly. “Dr. Harvest, stole the Cake, from the Ballroom!” Lemon calmly lifted a card from her hand and slid it across the board. Twilight leaned her head down and lifted the edge. “Oh, come on!” She slid the card back.
“And that’s another bite!” Twinkleshine laughed.
Twilight lifted a piece of pizza from a plate in front of her and grimaced. It was half-eaten, cold, and covered in three types of congealed cheese. She bit into it, tore off what was between her teeth, and tried to swallow while doing as little chewing – or tasting – as possible. It barely helped. “It tastes like dried glue.” She coughed and took a drink of water from a glass.
“It does not, don’t be a drama queen,” Minuette teased.
“You want a bite?” Twilight held the slice out to her.
“Nope.” Minuette shook her head. “The rules of Pizza Caper are clear, you bite when you get a guess wrong.”
“The rules are unfair, Twinkleshine would scarf it down no problem.”
“Hey, cold pizza is as nasty to me as any of you!” Twinkleshine sniffed. “I have some standards.”
“My turn.” Lemon picked the dice up in her magic and rolled.
“Pardon me a moment.” Luster slid her chair back and stepped down.
As Lemon moved her piece into a room and announced a suggestion, Twilight watched Luster step not to the bathroom door, but the dorm door. She slipped outside and the door gently closed behind her.
Is she leaving? Twilight looked up at the clock and winced. Almost nine. I told her she only had to be here an hour. “Excuse me too, girls.” She climbed out of her chair and went into the hall.
Luster sat with her back to the wall, her eyes closed. As Twilight stepped out Luster opened her eyes, saw it was her, and closed them again.
Twilight sat next to her. “Hey.”
“Hey.” Her voice was soft.
The rest of the hallway was silent but for the muffled talking from the room they had just left and the distant sound of music from another room down the hall. The two sat in silence for a moment, Luster with her eyes closed and Twilight staring at the wall.
Can’t stay out here forever, they’ll come looking for us. Get it out. Twilight took a breath. “Thanks for coming tonight. I’m sorry we got busy with the movie and then this other game, but you did way more than I asked and I appreciate it. If you wanna leave that’s okay, I’ll tell them the pizza wasn’t sitting well with you, or something. And we can go around and meet the teachers together over the week.”
“You think I was planning to leave?” Luster looked over at her.
“Well, that’s why you came out here, isn’t it?” Twilight replied.
“I wanted some air. It started to get a bit stuffy and noisy in there.” Luster shook her head. “I was actually planning to head back inside in a sec.”
“Oh… sorry.” Twilight turned away and grit her teeth. Stupid, don’t assume, now you look like a jerk who thinks bad of her!
“Stop it.” Twilight looked back and saw Luster giving her a light glare.
“Stop what?”
“You’re feeling bad about what you said. Don’t.” Luster shook her head. “I don’t like ponies feeling bad on my account. And don’t apologize for feeling that way, either. That’s just the same problem.”
“…Okay then.” Twilight stifled the urge to apologize anyway.
The two fell back into silence, though this time Luster was watching the wall with Twilight. Twilight glanced at her a couple times just to examine her, but did her best to keep her eyes on the wall.
“You’re not very discreet about that, either.”
Darn.
“Sor—" Twilight bit off the automatic response. “If I’m making you uncomfortable, I can go back inside.”
“Uncomfortable?” Luster barked out a short laugh. “Twilight, you’ve made me feel the most comfortable I’ve felt since I came to SGU.”
Twilight recoiled. “What?”
Luster lightly tapped a hoof on the wall. “Do you know how long it’s been since I’ve done anything like this? Don’t answer that, trick question, the answer is never. I can’t remember ever having a pizza party with ponies that aren’t relatives, or playing board games with them. Not since I was a filly, at least. But…” she smiled. “It isn’t that. You know the best part?”
Twilight lightly shook her head.
“Nothing. Just, not doing anything in particular. Being here, like Minuette said, is enough. Not talking to each other, or even looking at each other. Just watching the movie and eating…” She looked up at the ceiling lights and inhaled deeply. “It’s… nice.”
“I see.”
The two words were all that Twilight could manage as all her anxiety over the evening drained out of her. She’s enjoying herself, really enjoying herself. She’s happy. Twilight broke into a grin and laughed.
Luster gave her a confused look. “What’s so funny?”
“I thought I had forced you to come, that you’d hate it here and this was all a bad idea. But…” Twilight directed her smile her way. “I’m happy to realize I was totally wrong.”
Luster raised an eyebrow. “Well, not totally. You did force me to come… but I’m glad you did.” She put a hoof on Twilight’s shoulder and gave a reassuring pat.
“Does this mean you’ll consider coming to these things every month?” Twilight asked.
“I’ll think about it.” Luster shrugged and let her hoof drop. “For now, maybe we should get back inside, huh? Before they come looking for us.”
“Sure.” Twilight stood and held the door open, letting Luster head in before following and letting the door swing behind her.