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// Anniversaries {Adventure} 
// Story: The Life and Times of Fancy and Fleur 
// by Honey Mead 
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Fancypants turned his head to the side, his cheek pressing into Fleur's. "Well, my love, this is a rather fine mess we've gotten ourselves into." 

Fleur responded by kissing him with the side of her mouth. "Oui, but I forgive you. " 

"Forgive me? I fail to see how this is my fault."

"It was your idea to take zis trip, no?"

"Well, yes. The stopover in Vanhoover, however, was all you, dear."

"I am not ze one w'o 'ad to 'ave zat painting of ze princess!"

"You’re the one who had to nag me all the way back to the hotel, advertising to the entire city that we had it!"

Before things could escalate further, a hoof crashed against the airship's deck. Connected to said hoof was a pegasus dressed in what could only be called a crime against fashion. To make it worse, he was surrounded by a gang of similarly dressed ponies. 

"Not to interrupt this scene of domestic bliss, but I'm on something of a schedule."

Fancypants turned to his left. "Oh, right. Quite sorry about that, chap."

"No trouble at all. If you wouldn't mind."  With the sword in his hoof, he motioned to the wooden plank the two nobles currently occupied.

Fleur joined her husband in looking at the pirate, once again placing their cheeks together. "I'm so embarrassed zat you 'ad to see zat. We normally get along so well." 

"I don't care if you're like peas in a pod. Just so long as you finish walking the plank!"

"I told you he'd never take the bait."

"W'at is zis world coming to? 'As nobody a sense of dramatics anymore?"

Fancypants shrugged, and much to the pirates' shock, the ropes binding the couple back-to-back flopped to the deck.

*****

"Well? What happened next?"

"We apprehended mr. Swashbuckle and his cohorts and escorted them back to Canterlot to face the Princess’ justice.”

Rainbow Dash waited impatiently for more details, eventually cracking. "That's it? What about the fight?"

"My dear Dash, one dust up is much like the next. Now our third anniversary--" 

"Fourth, " Fleur interrupted from her seat beside Fancypants. "Zat was our third." 

"Really? I thought our fourth was the Marelantians and that business with the volcano and the mad scientist."

"No, zat was our sixth."

"No,  no, I quite remember our sixth being that little misunderstanding with the griffins. That was the first year I wore my monocle."

Rainbow Dash said nothing as the couple continued to bicker back and forth. Her mind simply could not track them. Each time one spoke, a new morsel of action or adventure would be casually dropped as though it held no importance.

Finally, Fancypants took notice of the flabbergasted mare and hushed his wife. "I apologize, we appear to have gotten off track. What was it that you wished to know?”

Dash took a second to collect herself. “Uh, yeah. Rarity said I should ask you about your job.”

Fancypants smiled. “Why, I’m an author.”

Dash’s head twisted to the side. “An author?”

“Quite. Perhaps you’ve read some of my work. My personal favorite is ‘Daring Do and the Mange Mane’.”