Starting the introductions, Twilight pointed her hoof at Trixie. “This is Trixie Lulamoon. I think you’ve all met before.”
A series of grumbles and nods came from her friends as Trixie raised her muzzle into the air slightly.
"Showmare, story teller, part time lighting technician and magic tutor at Celestia's school for gifted Unicorns.” A collection of surprised looks met Twilight’s statement
Rarity was the first to speak. “That is quite the surprise, I must say. She isn’t exactly somepony I expected to see in a teaching profession.”
“She may not seem like it to you, but she does love to teach young fillies and colts. Celestia herself actually did her interview for the position.” Trixie had here muzzle high in the air but there was a definite slight red tint on it.
“I thought she looked familiar.” Celestia stated, earning the attention of the ponies in the room. “I actually thought there might have been more to Twilight’s recommendation than just a kind gesture with how Trixie spoke about her.”
Twilight blinked. “Talked about me?” she raised a brow before asking with some trepidation, “What exactly did she say?”
Trixie’s eyes widened and muzzle got redder than before she looked straight at Princess Celestia and shook her head while mouthing “No” many times.
Celestia gave a small chuckle at the showmare’s embarrassment. “Nothing bad I assure you. In fact it was nothing but good things.”
“Wait,” Rainbow Dash said, bringing attention to away from Celestia and to herself. “You’re saying not only does she actually teach ponies but you let her teach foals?” She stated incredulously
Trixie bristled at the pegasi’s tone as her face immediately lost its red tint. "What?! Do you have a problem with that? Hmm?!” She shouted.
"Well you did kinda whip Snips and Snails last time you 'visted' town." Rainbow shot back
"Trixie never struck them!" Trixie retorted, eyes showing a mix of remorse and pure rage.
"You tried to kill me and you didn't even have the amulet on!" Rainbow shouted, her voice cracking under the force.
"Trixie," Twilight softly said as she wrapped a wing around the fuming unicorn.
"But, she, Trixie," Trixie stuttered.
"Rainbow." the way Twilight called to her friend asked for no response, only her attention. "I studied up on it after everything had calmed down and, the way the amulet worked was that it took any of her ideas and twisted them. By the time we took the amulet off her, any small thought was twisted so terribly that it ended up like it did. I bet Trixie's thoughts at that time wasn't anywhere near as dark as you think." Twilight nudged Trixie under the chin with her muzzle gently making her look up at her alpha. "Am I right? What exactly were you thinking then?"
"Trixie just wanted her to go away. She was the first heckler and Trixie just didn't want to see her anymore. Trixie never thought about killing or harming her. She just kept making Trixie remember that show and what happened in the months that followed." Trixie admitted as her head drooped again.
"See Rainbow? She never wanted you dead. She just didn't like being reminded of her first visit."
“Fine, I'll buy it for now. But there's still the other thing!” Rainbow exclaimed much to Twilight's confusion. “I know you and her got a thing going but honestly Twi, how do you put up with how much she loves the sound of her own name?”
“I must say that I was a bit curious about if she talks like that all the time or not,” Rarity admitted.
Trixie tensed up strongly. “That is Trixie’s business! Trixie- I can talk just fine. I have no problems speaking in first pony!“
"Trixie, calm down or I'm going to take my wing back." Twilight warned. Instead of arguing further as many of the ponies in the room would have expected, Trixie merely grumbled incoherently as she snuggled deeper into the lavender alicorn's warm and soft wing. Rainbow and Fluttershy, recognizing how intimate and act it was, found themselves blushing.
Twilight was looking sweetly at the pouting mare in her hold before she froze. She had, for a moment forgotten that they weren't alone in the least. With her face turning crimson, Twilight cleared her throat.
Looking back at the pouting showmare, Twilight spoke. “Trixie?”
“What?” Trixie mumbled
“Would you mind if I explained it to them?” Twilight asked, causing the mare in her wing to tense up again. “Please, Trixie. Things might go a lot easier if they knew.”
Trixie looked up at her alpha with worried eyes. However, the moment her eyes met with Twilight’s comforting look she relaxed. “Fine. But Trixie will not be present.”
Before Twilight could ask Trixie what she meant, Trixie had pulled Twilight’s wing completely around her, hiding her upper body completely.
With a smile, Twilight turned back to the group who all had slight looks of confusion and a couple with smiles after seeing how Trixie acts around Twilight, awaiting some clarification of what they were to be told.
With a deep breath, Twilight began speaking. “Alright. Before I tell you girls, I want you to promise me that what I’m about to tell you won’t leave this room. I don’t think Trixie would forgive me if it spread. She’s a bit sensitive about it.”
“Trixie is not sensitive about it! She just happened to have a sudden urge to snuggle!” came a muffled shout from inside Twilight’s wing. Twilight rolled her eyes at the mare in her wing.
"You always want to snuggle." Octavia announced from the side with a slightly amused face.
"Trixie's point is proven!" Yet another muffled yell came from inside Twilight's wing.
After allowing her friends to stop giggling for a moment and quietly enjoying the feeling of a snuggling showmare under her wing, she used a stern look to remind them of her earlier request.
After a series of nods, a stern glare from Pinkie and a series of Pinkie Promises, Twilight began.
“Well, the thing about how Trixie talks is that-“ as Twilight began, she could feel Trixie pushing further into her side. Twilight pulled her wing tighter around the mare. “The thing is that she can’t help it.”
Looks of confusion and disbelief reigned supreme in the room. The only ponies without one of these looks were Celestia, who still wore her constant kind smile and Luna who had a looked more curious than confused.
“Well what do ya mean by that? ‘She can’t help it?” Applejack asked, resulting in a vigorous nod from Rainbow Dash.
“It’s a speaking disorder. She has to make a conscious attempt to speak in first pony. Otherwise she naturally speaks in third pony.” Twilight explained.
Rainbow Dash’s eyes widened as any response she could have thought up died on her lips. Having known Ditzy Doo for many years she had long since learned not to say anything when it came to disorders. Since whenever she did say something it was almost always the worst thing she could have said. With three princesses in the room, Rainbow didn’t exactly feel like getting yelled at by the Royal Canterlot voice.
“You mean she always talks like that?” Luna questioned mercifully taking the spotlight off of Rainbow Dash who had originally asked the question. “I simply assumed it was something she did as for her stage persona to make sure her hecklers knew exactly who they were bested by.”
Twilight could almost feel the frown on Trixie’s face. She pulled her into a hug with her wing and one of her legs. However, before she could continue, Twilight felt the mare stop moving. Before Twilight could question her, Trixie had managed to wriggle her head above the top of Twilight’s wing.
Looking directly at Luna, Trixie spoke, “Y-you’ve seen Trixie’s show?”
With all eyes on her, Luna gave a sheepish smile. “I, may have snuck out of the castle after the night court adjourned once or twice and happened to come across it.”
Celestia rolled her eyes and elbowed her sister. “Come now Luna. I don’t remember you being so shy about it around me.”
Trixie quirked a brow at the display. When Luna developed a blush and got quiet Celestia merely turned Luna’s mug around. Once Trixie’s eyes came across the mug, they widened immensely.
Upon the mug was an image of Trixie herself. Princess Luna, mistress of the night and guardian of dreamers, was using a mug that she had, for a short time sold at her shows.
“She’s a fan,” Celestia announced to the showmare with a sly grin aimed towards her sister, who had taken on a shade of red all her own. “You should see her room.”
“What do you mean, Celestia?” Twilight asked as Trixie was struggled to stop herself from squealing in joy though the grin was unstoppable.
“Well…” Celestia began, purposefully dragging on.
“Sister. Don’t you dare,” Luna warned.
Celestia pulled up her hooves between herself and her sister and gave a giggle. “Alright, alright. Your collection can stay secret,” she said with a sly smile.
“Collection? Trixie does not sell much at her shows. What could you collect?” Trixie asked with her head cocked to the side, the nervousness from previous conversation about her speaking lost in the joy of talking to such an important fan.
With a sigh of resignation Luna spoke. “Well since, as they say, the dog is out of the bag-“
“Cat,” Celestia corrected.
“Whatever. It doesn’t make much sense anyway. Like I was saying, I collect pictures of how you deal with hecklers,” Luna admitted, looking away.
“Why would you collect that?” Trixie asked, allowing some pride into her voice at the memories of the many hecklers she had dealt with in the past, three of which sat on the other side of the table.
“As princesses we deal with many nobles and politicians. You understand this, correct?” Luna asked. After receiving a nod, she continued. “Nobles are not smart. They do not think as highly of me and my sister as you would think. They constantly insult our intelligence by attempting to hide things in their propositions. One had even made propositioned to build an orphanage and inside the proposition, he had hidden a huge and unnecessary payment to himself. He didn’t even include plans to for continued financing for it. He just wanted it built so he could cash in on it and leave.
“That’s horrid!” Trixie shouted. “Making money from the misfortune of foals,” Trixie said before she snarled, “Scum,” she said, speaking of the noble the same way a pony would speak of the most disgusting of insects or how some ponies may speak of their mothers in law.
“I agree,” Luna said, nodding. “I was about to nip his selfish proposal in the bud when I thought of your shows. I thought of how you would deal with ponies that don’t show you enough respect.”
Trixie’s grin grew as she began leaning on the table. Hearing about normal ponies getting their comeuppance was fun but, hearing about a noble getting his? This she had to make sure she heard every word of.
“Now obviously, a challenge of skills, like you do, wasn’t possible for a few reasons. But then, I had a stroke of genius.” Luna said, easily earning the attention of all the ponies in the room. Even Celestia had an obvious look of interest.
“What did you do?” asked both Trixie and Celestia. The former asking with excitement while the latter asked with worry.
“Well, I also didn’t want to say no to building an orphanage so I decided to give him his bonus. You should have seen the look on his face,” Luna began to explain only to be cut off.
“What!?” Once again, Trixie and Celestia shouted together though this time a few of the other mares at the table joined in.
“But,” Luna began. “Only on the condition that he uses that money to build, staff and maintain the orphanage to the standards that an upper class Canterlot day care would be. That stupid looking grin was gone in a flash. I almost lost my composure trying not to laugh at him.” There was silence in the room and Luna began to fear that her idea had not gone over well with the others in the room.
“You are Trixie’s favorite Princess after Sparky,” Trixie stated as a grin grew on her face and a groan came from Twilight.