Happy Halloween.
Well, not very happy at all, actually.
I think Timber and I might be
No. Don't even write it down. Don't even put the thought out into the universe. Yes, he's been distant since most of Camp Everfree was razed. But he has to understand. I don't think Gloriosa died of a brain aneurysm. I think she had some kind of fit, yes, and I think she passed out.
But I think those plants... I think they drained her while she was unconscious.
I can't tell him that, though. How would you handle your girlfriend telling you your sister was eaten by alien plants?
You'd leave. Just like I think he's
No. Stop it, Twilight. Just stop it.
We're going to Pinkie's Halloween party. We've had our costumes ready for months. My Dragon Mistress costume was a bad choice, though. But you can't predict the weather.
It's way warmer than I thought it would be this time of year.