The next morning, Twilight and Spike began the process of organizing their new home. During that time, they had so much fun that they barely noticed they were working at all. At one point, while they were listening to Bleeding Through's album Portrait of the Goddess, Spike lifted the vacuum off the floor and started playing it like a guitar. Twilight stopped cleaning to join in, headbanging, moshing, and tapping the couch in time with the music. It was one of the few times their energy rivaled the band's.
"Hey, I just thought of a new sub-genre." Twilight suggested.
"Yes! Haha! That's perfect!"
"So, tell me, what do you think about Rarity?"
"She's a heart-stopper. That's for sure."
"Yeah? You think she's cute?"
"Duh! Why bring it up all of a sudden?"
"Bull. Spill it."
"Well...Rainbow might have been generous enough to tell me she was getting an eyeful last night."
"I knew she was givin' me a weird look."
"Little Spikey's growing up so fast."
"You got the answer to your question wrong."
"What do you mean?"
"You asked if I was a garbage disposal. The correct answer was jailbait."
"You said it, not me."
"Think I'll have a shot with her down the road?"
"We'll see. Between you and me, though, the odds are definitely in your favor. I suspect her tastes lie on the more exotic end of the spectrum."
"Guess great minds do think alike."
"Play it cool and she'll be on you like marshmallows on s'mores."
"Damn it. Now I'm hungry again."
"Come on. Let's get you something to eat so we can finish up for the day."
Twilight extended her foreleg. Spike swiftly sank his fangs into the limb, suckling away until he was satiated.
"Dad was right. You really are a sweetheart."