All night, Sugar Belle has been keeping her distance from Big Mac. Sitting apart, hiding in a cloak, even using a personal chalkboard to converse with. Mac didn't want them to be like this. Not tonight.
"Please. Just tell me what's wrong, Sugar Belle."
"..."
Belle levitates some chalk to the chalkboard.
[I wanted to do something special for our anniversary tonight.]
Belle erases the board and continues.
[So I got a 'Youth Potion' to make myself younger.]
"So why are you still hiding?"
[Because it didn't work. Instead, it made me]
The chalk in Belle's aura starts rattling until she gives up finishing.
"I think I can gather the rest," Macintosh eases. "Sugar Belle, no matter how you look, you'll always be the mare I love."
"...really?"
Mac's ears perk up to her low voice. Belle pulls back her hood, revealing her new firmed face.
"Even when I'm a stallion?"