"Enjoy your milkshakes," Spike said as he handed the drinks out. "They've got a... secret ingredient, if you know what I mean."
Twilight stared as the dragon wiggled what, on a pony, would have been eyebrows. "Spike, are you still mad that we threw out your comic books? Because I already told you-"
"What?" Spike froze. "No! Sheesh, Twilight. I just meant that I made them with love."
"Oh... That's good to hear. Thank you, Spike." She took a sip.
"And also spiders."