A dull rumble reverberated through the room moments before Spike crashed down from the just-repaired ceiling above them. "Ow. Hey, Twilight."
"Hi, Spike."
Spike stood up, rubbing his back. "That hurt."
"Heyyyyy, so," Twilight floated the orb up. "Y'know how I got this orb thing earlier?"
Spike remained silent.
"Spike?"
Spike leapt up and clung to the orb, practically gnawing on it like a cat.
"Let go, Spike! You're not even an evil dragon!" Twilight shook the orb, but he didn't let go.
He knows what he did.