"Really!? That's what happened?" Discord said in disbelief.
He had gotten his usual letter from Fluttershy for the week that spoke vaguely of another party pony coming to town. Apparently though, what he thought happened and what really happened didn't seem to match up.
"So, this 'Cheese Sandwich pony comes to town, kicks you out of your job as party planner, competes with you in a 'goof off' then turns around and goes on about how you inspired him?"
Pinkie nodded. She looked to have recovered from her moment of insecurity.
"Gag. I swear, if I had been there not only would I have clearly schooled him in the matter of parties; I would have gone ahead and told him off."
"Like what? And of course, no one could ever beat you in partying. You know about more forms of parties than I could ever imagine. And some I could if I tried hard enough."
"Oh, well it'll be a little like this, clears throat, You're the worst person I've ever known! You earned your cutie mark WAY later in life thanks to this one pony and how do you repay her? By trying you're level best to outdo her knowing FULL WELL she'd get hurt. ESPECIALLY after her friends ignored her for you. And how creative were your ideas? Oh, yeah - 'do the same things she does, only bigger - yay'. What are you? Some bored, spoiled rich brat, jealous of your neighbors' happiness so much that you MUST buy a bigger toy to show off? No wonder you never got your cutie mark until that day. At least you sort of made up to her. You should be glad she does not hold any grudges. And it's good you left Ponyville - Celestia could only guess what I'd have done if you stayed. That's all I have to tell you, good day."
"Really?" Pinkie looked up at him with sparkling eyes. He stopped as she had suddenly stopped walking and looked down at her. She was so earnest for his confirmation of sincerity.
"O-of course Pinkie. Why wouldn't I? You're my gal and protege in the wonders of Chaos. My little Queen of Random, curly que."
"Awesome." Pinkie said. She was a little embarrassed to be wiping at her eyes. She smiled wide up at him then continued on their way.
They were on an adventure to the market. A venture Discord loathed to Pinkie's confusion. She still had to ask him about that. The list was gratefully short though Discord grumpily had pointed out that they had to visit a different stand for each item. Pinkie wore her basket hat on her head and a purse slung around her neck. Discord 'wouldn't be caught dead or alive with a basket like some namby pamby peasant boy'. Pinkie had questioned him on his choice of adjective and he replied that his other choice of words would make him come off as closed minded. She had shrugged in agreement.
Pinkie could see the first booth of fruit they needed to go to. Discord could see the mare he needed to talk to.
"Hello there, my sweet tart. How are you today?" Discord asked.
"Giggle, I'm good. You?" She said from behind her hoof.
"As good as you are looking." he winked.
"Oh you, how corny."
"I'd say sweet. Like your flank." The wink was implied in his tone.
"I'll take two boxes." Pinkie cut in. She had been rolling her eyes at his come-ons.
"Okay! Five bits. Thank you for doing business with us."
"I'll be looking forward to being 'doing' with you later. Business that is."
The mare blushed. Pinkie didn't need her twitches tell her of the headache she'll get from all of the coming eye rolling.
The engaged mare selling plates was asked if she like 'it' clean or dirty.
The young mare standing by the orange stand was complimented on her 'juicy red lips'.
The two twin mares selling seasonings were asked a predictable, 'which of you is the spicier sister?'
And the older mare giving out sampled was asked if she was 'part of the sample platter too'.
Pinkie wondered even more why he hated grocery shopping. He seemed to be having enough fun making bad pun pick-up lines. They had finished their list and stopped by the local Haylage* Cafe. Their waitress was a 20s something with green hair pulled back into a bun. Pinkie couldn't help but be assaulted by 'librarian' and 'loosening up' puns.
"Hey there! Cause hay is for horses, Welcome to Haylage Cafe." The waitress greeted with a well practiced smiled.
"Hey there yourself." Discord smiled back. Pinkie smiled as well. But for the reasons of pity.
"Have you made your choices yet or do you need more time?"
"Um, I'll have a hayburger with a large serving of fries-potato not hay-a large chocolate shake and three chocolate cookies." Pinkie said. She let the mare take her menu and put it in her side bags.
"Ooo, that sounds good. Well, darling, I'll have the same only do you have uh, soy? I'm guessing you don't have any meat?"
"No, sorry."
"Hmm," he stuck out his lip, "Yeah, I'll have soy and extra fries dear. And two chocolate shakes! Pinkie, I'll steal some of your cookies."
"Okay." she mock reluctantly agreed.
"Is that all?" the mare had to ask. It was part of the script.
"Yes! No wait." he looked back over the menu, "Yes sweety. That'll be all."
"I'm not your sweety!" she snapped. Discord was taken aback.
"Ah-I'm sorry de-. I mean, I didn't mean to offend!" he explained.
"He's old fashioned. He calls everypony dear, darling or something like that. I'm his girlfriend so I know all about it. I'm really sorry." Pinkie pleaded. She had come to the rescue. The waitress had at first looked ready to continue snapping at Discord but now it seemed like she at least understood.
"Okay. I'll be back with your drinks." She took his menu and left.
"Thank you! We'll tip well!" Pinkie called out to her. She let her face fall as she sighed in relief.
"I really didn't mean to make her so upset. Sometimes I forget about my little 'endearment' habit."
"Also your nickname habit. But it's fine. I know you didn't mean to make anypony mad."
"I know. It's just weird when people call me out on it." Discord leaned on his arm, "Are you going to have all of your fries? Cause they go great with my chocolate shakes."
"It's ponies here and No! You got your own fries. Leave mine alone. I got my own fries to go with my own chocolate shake. Enjoy your soyburger."
"Ehhhh." Discord recoiled like a child. He was prompted into one of his pouting fits.
Pinkie pulled out her water bottle. She downed what was left and hoped a little food would help with her headache.
"Hey look! She's pretty." Discord said, having been distracted.
A lean mare was walking down the other side of the street. She had wavy silver hair over an orange coat. She quickly was lost from sight.
"Ooo, look there."
Another mare, plumper this time, was trotting through the crowd. She had crimped purple and yellow hair over a yellow coat.
Discord continued to be entertained by passing ponies...
"Ha! Look at him! I wonder what ever a blotch cutie mark could mean." He had moved on from mares to anypony to catch his interest. Whether in a good way or not.
"Maybe he works in censoring?" Pinkie had become tired of trying to curve his insulting remarking.
"Hey! I like her."
Pinkie peered around till she saw who he was pointing out. It was an off-white mare with really curly pinkish hair.
"You really do like curly hair." Pinkie spoke more to herself.
"Huh?" Discord was stopped just as was when the waitress snapped at him, "What do you mean by that?"
"What do you think I mean? Almost every girl you point out either has curly hair, wavy hair, hair put in some sort of a curl. Anything but straight."
"Chuckle, silly Pinkie, that's not true." he said confidently. He then let multiple emotions cross his face as he thought about it. It gave away his thoughts of That's not tru- wait, uh, Yes, no. There had to be- well she uh.
Pinkie raised an eyebrow when he did turn back to her. He slightly blushed from the confirmation of her remark.
"Well..." he defended, "Curly hair is more fun. It's not all..straight lines and boring-ness."
"You're full of bull-shit. Boring-ness?"
"Pinkie! Such words to come out of you. And you make up words! All the time might I add. I can do it too." He pouted and turned away. He preoccupied himself with sucking out what remained of his shake.
"What ever you say Dizzard." She looked at the clock on the wall, "Hey, we should go."
Discord turned back to her, "Oh? Ahhhh."
"No more pouting. Come on." she encouraged.
"Aaaaaaugh." Discord sighed, draping over the seat then sliding out of it. He soo sadly picked up the bags with the new dishes. He frowned as he moved the straps onto his slumped shoulders and followed Pinkie toward Sugarcube Corner.
"Thank you so much. You two really helped me." Mrs. Cake said. They had just put away all of the shopping.
"It was no problem Mrs. Cake. I didn't even break a sweat." Discord said. He leaned against the counter.
"Diz, can you bring up that vase to my room?" Pinkie asked.
"Of course! Anything for you."
Pinkie giggled and followed him up. They reached her room and he looked for a place to put it. He brighten when he found a spot on an end table. It was a quick snap and it was filled with brightly colored flowers.
"Thanks."
"Your welcome. I'm going to go now."
"Okay, love you." Pinkie said. She pecked him on the lips.
"I know you love me. You gave me your fries!"
"Ha! Only some."
"More like half. I'll see you later." he grinned then gave her a peck as well.
Pinkie was still all warm and fuzzy inside as she worked at her desk.