Henry sat at a table in Sugarcube Corner, in between Scootaloo and Applebloom. Across from him was Sweetie Belle. He liked being with the Cutie Mark Crusaders, and to him, being a boy amongst 3 girls wasn't bad, although other colts might've thought differently. Scootaloo had taken a liking to him right away, and he said yes without thinking when they asked him to join. He was going to be here for awhile anyway, so why not make friends?
Pinkie Pie bounced up to their table, a tray off small cakes on it. She had set up balloons all over the place, so it did have the air of a party in spite of only the four crusaders and a hyper mare being there. "This party is for you!" Pinkie said, looking at Henry. "It's in honor of you being here and being a new crusader!" after saying that she had bounded off to the kitchen for more sweets. Sweetie Belle smiled. "Sometimes it's hard to tell if Pinkie's a mare or a filly!" Applebloom nodded. "So, Henry, why don'cha tell us 'bout where you come from?" Henry thought a moment, wondering about how they'd react, when Scoots said "We won't freak out or anything, you know. We already know you're from a different world or something."
"Well..." Henry thought about how to begin. "My world has humans. They stand on two legs and they have hands and feet." no questioning. "In the town where we lived, which was called Storybrooke, there were fairytale characters trapped in real life. I'm the grandson of a prince." Sweetie gasped. "You're royalty?!" Henry, slightly surprised and taken aback, replied "I guess." Sweetie seemed to bounce like Pinkie Pie. "We have a prince in our club!" she squealed. Scootaloo simply looked astounded for a few moments before shaking it off. "Twilight's brother is a prince, and most prince's, apart from Shining Armor, are stuck up." Scoots narrowed her eyes at Henry. "You won't go acting like the boss of us, right?"
Henry shrank back, intimidated. "Aw, cut him some slack, Scoots." Applebloom glared at her friend. "Ah really doubt that he'll go about bein' bossy. He hasn't so far. Right?" She looked over at Henry, who nodded. Scootaloo relaxed a little, but in her head she made note to watch him. She had taken a liking to him, but she still had her suspicions about the colt who had come from nowhere. Pinkie emerged from the kitchen, another tray holding cupcakes on her head. "Here you go!" she beamed at the four foals. "So, what'cha doing for crusading today?"
"Well, we haven't really planned anything..." Sweetie started, when Scoots cut in. "We didn't get to try skydiving because of Spike before. Why not do that?" Henry immedietly nodded. "That sounds fun!" He wondered what the picture would look like on his flank. Applebloom nodded ecstatically, and Sweetie had no choice to agree, knowing she was outvoted again. Pinkie beamed again. "I can give you a ride into the sky, if you want!" she pulled out a box and motioned to the door, bouncing out. Confused, the four Crusaders followed the pink mare. She set down the box and pressed a button, a hot air balloon popping out. Henry looked ar Scootaloo, confused. "Don't ask. She makes no sense." Scootaloo said. Henry looked back at the balloon, where the crusaders were filing in behind Pinkie. Well, at least it would be interesting.