Sparky stepped into the dark hut as the door closed behind him. Having spent as much time as he had with Chilly, it was surprisingly warm. He soon found out why.
"It's kind of dark in here. Hold on a second." He concentrated and at the end of his horn, he generated a small light and it died down from the breach of concentration as soon as he opened his eyes. He got the light back up again and looked around. Chalk circles littering the floor, books lining the walls, garbage everywhere, and in the back, was Chilly who had gone from a mare to a stallion.
"Whoa... what happened?" he asked.
"The poison joke." Chilly replied. "I was doing an experiment which required the poison joke, but all of a sudden, the plant started multiplying and then just exploded in a blue powder. Percy said he and I weren't the only ones affected."
"Well, it seems to have fixed your cold problem." Sparky said with a chuckle.
"The effects might wear off between now and when the ingredients make it in, but that's not likely. Can you go get it for me when the time comes?" Chilly asked.
"No problem, Chilly." he responded.
Weeks went by as Phyre and the other afflicted by the Poison Joke learned to adapt to their situations. By the time the ingredients came, Brook's spots had faded away, but Phyre was still having persistent bad mane days and Percy had still taken a trip back to his youth.
Sparky went into the city and came back with the ingredients. The next day, the baths were made and they all went back to normal. Chilly, now freed of her spell, properly introduced herself to the others and was quickly welcomed into the group.
With the holidays just around the corner, Sparky just wasn't quite feeling like himself...