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// The Meeting: 2 
// Story: My Little Changeling, and I 
// by Ponyess 
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	I sit at the Sugar-Cube Corner, but the Muffins were finished, then I got wind of a discussion between Pinkie Pie, and an unknown pony.  But did not hear enough to make anything out.  I was about to pack up and leave, as the Pony entered the room, a large paper package in her hooves, and I noticed, she was heading my way.

For some reason, I saw a tear in her eyes, but I guess it dried up, just before she approached my table.  I had never agreed to meat up with any Pony, but I guess I could wait for her to say something, before I left?

“Would you mind sharing a cake with me?” she asked.

Then I finally did look up, and the tear did exist in her eyes.  Though she has a curious silver mane.  I never had seen before, either here, or anyplace else.

“I guess that couldn't hurt?” I responded, in part since I had seen Pinkie handing it over, if yet vaguely.

Then she set the white package down on the table.  She opened it, looking down curiously at the content, apparently she had no idea as to what to expect from it?  There is what could only be a large Muffin Cake, split four ways, and text in glazing, pink, naturally.

“If Pinkie baked it, and handed it to you, I guess that would explain everything!” I toned in, looking curiously at the cake on the table.

“It reads 'Dinkie Doo' on one of them!” Dinkie read, as if it was still a mystery.

“Yes Dinkie, I could see it too.  It also reads Silver Mane on another, but it reads Ditzy on the remaining two?” I said, somewhat confused, even if I knew Pinkie Pie knows my love for Muffins.

Silver soon scooped a slice of the cake over to Dinkie, before she continued with the remaining to of mine.  Then she found her spoon, and curiously looked down at, what seems to be meant for her.

“Thanks.  I guess Pinkie knew of your arrival before you knew of it?!” I pointed out, in clear gratitude.

“Thanks, Silver!” Dinkie shimmed in, clearly happy for the extended stay with more Muffin to dig into.

“You're welcome!” Silver sniffed.

Having two slices of the cake, I guess I had a good meal, right then and there.  Since Pinkie Pie was behind it, I knew I was to enjoy it.  She always made the best treats.  Just as she threw the very best parties.  Around here, her name is the best seal of quality on both cakes and parties.

Since it was a cake, rather than the small pastries of Muffins, I guess the spoon is in order.  Digging in, with gusto.  Even if I had had a muffin before, I just couldn't turn more of the same down.  You'd know me.  I can't turn a Muffin down.

If you saw me turn one down, you'd know instantly, it's an impostor.

“This is delicious.  It just gotta be the best cake I ever had!” Dinkie slipped, between spoonfuls of more of the cake.

“Yeah.  Pinkie Pie knows us only too well.  It's her lot, knowing Muffins?  She knows us all.  Sometimes better than we know ourselves?” I pondered.

I tried my best, not to stuff myself too much, but actually enjoying the lovable treat.  I saw Silver dig in, and she did seem to enjoy it as well.  Even if it did look as if there was something else she enjoyed more?  What ever it was.  Maybe she'd let me in on it, later?  After the cake was finished?