You just finish putting the last plates on the tray table when you decide to call her.
“Derpy,” you yell, “It’s time for lunch!”
After a moment of silence you call again, “lunch time... there are muffins!”
As if like regular clockwork, you instantly hear the trotting of little hooves, which is then followed by a loud bang. You realize that you forgot to open the dining room door. You approach it and swing it opened, where you’re immediately met by Derpy. The gray pegasus trots between your legs and towards her high-chair, almost as if nothing has happened, her crossed eyes looking around the room for muffins.
“You’re gonna’ need help getting into the chair,” you say as you pick Derpy up and sit her down.
You then place a bib with a muffin on it around her neck. The first thing that Derpy does is try to eat the muffin, she starts to naw on her bib.
“Sorry,” you say, “that’s not a real muffin, it’s just a picture.”
Derpy seems upset by this, but you tell her that she can have real muffins all in good time.
You begin the feeding process by placing a plate of alfalfa sprouts on the mail-mare’s tray table. Derpy gives you a look that probably means “I thought you said there would be muffins,” but you continue anyways. You take a spoonful of leaves and then push them towards Derpy. She seems reluctant to eat them at first, but you tell her that being a good filly will get her muffins. You say that to her all the time, and it always works because you stay true to your word and she gets a muffin in the end. When she agrees to eat her vegetables, you continue to move the spoon towards her open mouth, causing her to move her head towards the left.
“I thought you said you were willing to eat,” you say, but then you realize that she is trying to eat it, but can’t see clearly enough. You decide to help her.
“No Derpy,” you gently turn the filly’s head toward the spoon, “it’s over here.”
she giggles a little at her mistake. You’re glad that she’s not embarrassed or or upset because of her “eye problem.”
“Here comes the pegasus,” you say as you place the spoon into Derpy’s mouth.
She excepts the green leaves because the acquirement of muffins is worth any sacrifice.
Derpy finishes off the alfalfa in about four minutes, so you move on to the oatmeal. When you place it on her tray, she stares at it with one eye for a couple of seconds, then, she plunges her face into it. You spend about twenty seconds trying to figure out what just happened, when you realize why she put her head in the oatmeal.
“No Derpy,” you chuckle, “the muffins are not in there.”
Upon hearing the words “no” and “muffins” in the same sentence, Derpy’s ears perk up and she lifts her face out of the bowl, you try not to giggle at her oatmeal covered face.
“You’ll get your muffins in good time,” you say. You then grab a napkin from the dining room table and wipe down Derpy’s face. You wonder why so much oatmeal is spilled in your line of work.
Feeding Derpy the rest of the oatmeal takes about 3 minutes. Derpy was slightly saddened about the fact that there weren’t any muffins, but she soon realized that she would have to wait.
When she finishes the oatmeal, you give her a sippy-cup full of apple juice, which she happily slurps down. Ponies always love juice, especially Fluttershy.
Soon enough, you move on to the most important part of her lunch. Muffins! When you place two blueberry muffins on her tray, Derpy’s crossed eyes go straight as they stare in awe at the delicious pastries. She has never had to whole muffins at one time before, except for the time you caught her raiding the pantry. You guess this is the first time she’ll eat multiple muffins without getting a really bad tummy ache. She immediately grabs the first one and speedily eats it. She does the same for the second one. Soon after, she wipes the crumbs from her face in one big, happy lick. She smiles at you for a second.
“Hic!”
Derpy jumps a few centimeters out of her high-chair, she then puts her hoof to her mouth apologetically.
“Hic!” Goes Derpy again. She gives you a confused look that signifies that she doesn’t know what’s going on.
“You have the hiccups, Derpy,” you say as you rub your hand through her mane again.
“Hic!”
You think about what hiccup cures you know. There’s scaring her, but that probably wouldn’t end well. You could have her drink water upside-down, but that might be hard for a pony to do. You soon remember what is the best one though.
“I know a way to cure your hiccups,” you say as you lift Derpy out of her high-chair. You then place her on the dining room table, she sits forward, propping herself against her front hooves.
“Hic!”
You then start to tickle her, Derpy laughs and falls backwards, exposing her tummy, which you start to tickle, Derpy laughs even harder.
“I’m a gonna getcha,” you say.
Derpy continues laugh and you continue to tickle her tummy, throwing a few rubs in there just for the heck of it.
When you stop, Derpy continues to laugh, but she soon calms herself down and her laughter turns into a just a smile as she sits herself back up.
“There, that was fun,” you say, “Are your hiccups gone?”
Derpy waits a few seconds before nodding really fast, which causes her to fall on her back again, the gray pegasus starts to giggles, than, no sooner had she started, she stops giggling and falls sound asleep, exhausted from all the laughing. You smile at the cute sight.
“Hic!”
It came from you this time, with a sigh, you walk to the kitchen to drink some water upside down.