Epilogue
“Spike! Spiiike!”
“Hey Twilight! You’re back! I was getting worried when you didn’t come home yesterday. Did you and Princess Celetiaaaahhhh-AAAAWWWWHHHH! Twilight!”
“I know, Spike, you don’t have to shout.”
“Are– are you okay?!”
“I’m fine. But I need you to go to Rarity’s and tell her. I’m sure she’ll be able to come up with something. She already has all my measurements and colour samples for my coat and mane, from when she was making my gala dress.”
“Twilight, what happened?!”
“There was an accident. Involving magic. And... uh... chewing gum. Princess Luna had to cut off my mane.”
“All of it? And your tail, too?”
“There was a lot of gum. I really don’t want to talk about it.”
“Uh... okay. I guess I’ll go to Rarity’s then... Are you sure you’re alright?”
“Yes, Spike, I’m fine. If anypony comes by to see me, tell them to come back tomorrow. I’m going to bed.”
“But it’s three in the afternoon.”
“I don’t care. I’m going to sleep and I’m not waking up until tomorrow.”
“Uh...”
“Oh, and one more thing, Spike.”
“Yeah?”
“From now on, if I happen to get any wedding invitations... burn them.”