"How do you think Twilight is doing?" Sunset asked, sipping on a glass of pear juice. "Princess Twilight I mean."
"I'm sure she's doing fine." Pinkie's tone was surprisingly cheerful despite her darker looks. She'd gone heavy on the makeup, and her clothes had not a shred of colour that wasn't black or white. Her hair was also noticeably less puffy, almost straight actually. "Besides, she would have told us if something was wrong and we could help her."
Sunset finished her juice, and considered Pinkie did have a point. "How's that whole warlock thing going?" she asked while setting the glass down. She tilted her head to the side. "Are those spiked bracelets?"
"Going pretty well," Pinkie replied, raising a wrist to show off the black leather strap with silver studs poking out of it. "Pretty well indeed."
Sunset blinked. The tone was ominous, but she supposed it was fitting. "I'm glad," she said. "Got any plans for the afternoon?"