When Fluttershy and Big Macintosh finally made it to her cottage (it was on the other side of town), it was already lunch time. "Well, um, Big Macintosh, would you like to stay for lunch as well? If you don't mind, you don't have to, I just thought-"
Once again a red hoof stopped her nervous rambling. "Sure. An' why don't ya call me Big Mac?"
"Umm, if you want me to I will. I didn't want to impose or anything."
"Ya don't have to, but it would be nice."
"O-okay, Big Macin- Big Mac." She blushed a little at his name. She opened the door to her house and they were greeted by a mixture of different smells and noises. Big Mac looked surprised. Fluttershy walked in, completely unfazed, and went about hushing the residents of her home. "Shh," she said to the loudest bunch, a group of birds calling their hellos to each other, "We have a guest. Can you help me quiet the others please?" They nodded and flew off to other groups. Eventually everyone quieted down. "Okay friends, I want you to give a warm welcome to our guest Big Macintosh! Say 'hello'!"
"Hello!" the animals chorused in their many different calls, but still sounding like the word "hello".
"Now you say 'hello', Big Macintosh."
"Umm, hello," he said, waving a hoof.
"Good! Okay, dears, I need you all to go upstairs to the bird room and stay there, okay? I'll feed you in a little bit; guests have to be fed first. Okay?" The animals nodded their heads in union and made their way up the stairs. "I'm sorry about that, Big Macintosh, it's just how I introduce ponies to them."
"Naw, It's quite awlright, Fluttershy. It's mighty interestin' how ya got them all ta talk like that."
"Oh, umm, thank you." She blushed again.
"So, all of them're under yer care?"
"Oh, yes. It's a slow week. I have normally have more patients than this."
He looked even more shocked. "How in the hay does a purdy mare like you have more work than me?"
She blushed deeper. "Y-you think I'm pretty?"
Now it was Big Mac's turn to blush. "Oh, umm, uhh..."
Fluttershy looked a little disappointed. "I mean, if you don't thats okay, I'm not all that pretty, really. I mean, I must smell like a barn, not that there's anything wrong with barns, it's just-"
"No, no, it's okay. Ah do think yer purty. An' ya don't smell bad. Ya smell real good." He also blushed deeper and looked away bashfully.
"So... um... Why don't I go and get lunch ready?" Fluttershy suggested. She rushed into another room. "There's a casset player on the shelf by the stairs! Listen to whatever you want!" she called.
Big Macintosh went over to it and fumbled around the tapes. "Iron Mare" and "Timberwolf Mother" Were among the first he saw. You could expect his bewilderment at the heavy artists for a seemingly timid pony. He settled on "Maretallica" playing "Discord: Master of Puppets".
"Master! Master!
Master of puppets is pulling your strings!"
In the kitchen where Fluttershy was preparing sweet tea (Oh how she loved the taste!) and daisy sandwiches, she heard the lyrics and blushed deeply.
Big Mac came in and grinned at her. "Ah didn't know ya'll liked heavy metal." This brought a tear to Fluttershy's eye. He soon realized his mistake. "Oh, Fluttershy, Ah'm sorry, I didn't mean it like that. Ah'm just surprized is all. Ah won't tell no one. Ah mean, anyone."
"Really? You promise?"
"Ah swear nevar to tell a soul of yer music without yer consent. Cross mah heart an' hope ta fly, stick a cupcake in mah eye."
She wiped her eyes. "Thank you," she said before she enveloped him in a hug, forgetting for the moment Big Macintosh's hurt side.
He also forgot, and hugged her back. "Now, what says you 'bout eatin' them daisy sandwiches? Ah'm starvin'!"