“Spike! I thought you learned your lesson about overeating ice cream! Why in the name of Star Swirl’s hat would you do that to yourself again?” Twilight Sparkle groaned in exasperation. She and Cheerilee, manes still a bit dishevelled from the previous night’s study session, stood by Spike’s bed.
The young dragon groaned, holding his stomach with one claw, and still clutching his spoon with the other. He mumbled some incoherencies.
“Chi-chi, could you go get a bucket? I think we may need one pretty soon.” Twilight kissed her marefriend on the cheek, smiled at her, and turned back to Spike with a grim expression. “Don’t you have anything to say for yourself?”
Spike groaned once more and hiccupped. He drew a shuddering breath. “Oh, spoon. Only you understand me.”