Spike (the dog) looks up once again at the clock on the wall, seeing that only four minutes had passed since from the last time he's looked up at the clock.
"C'mon Twilight, how long will you be?" Spike impatiently says to himself, folding both his paws across his body, giving a pouty look.
Spike is right now in his owner's bedroom, sitting up on Twilight's bed, waiting for his owner to get back.
The reason Twilight left was to go get two orange sherbet parfaits from the Starbucks that was just three blocks away from their house.
For the past three days Spike has done nothing but beg Twilight to get him the treat, and after lots of reasoning (and being a good boy), Twilight agreed to get him his treat.
"She only left twenty minutes ago. What could be taking her so-"
"Hiya Spike! I'm back! And you would not believe-"
"You're back!!" Spike jumps right off of the bed, running over and stopping right at the feet of Twilight.
"Uh yes, I am." Twilight walks over to her desk, settling down two large plastic cups of orange sherbet parfait goodness. Each one having a green paper straw and a black plastic spoon sticking up out of them both.
"Well, I hope you like them," Twilight tells Spike as she sits on the corner of her bed, bringing her phone out by her side, "They were pretty expensive, sure, but I was able to-"
Twilight interrupts herself as one short second later, Spike had already gulped down both of the cups.
"Aaaaaah. Hm, meh. They were actually pretty overrated."