“C’mon, Lyra! You’re so slow!”
“Duuustyyyyy! You know it’s not fair when you have wings and I don’t! And why’d you gotta be so impatient? We’ll get to the ice cream shop soon enough. No need to rush!”
“But Lyyyraaaa! They’re gonna run out of my favorite! Y’know, the one with the stardust flavor and rainbow sprinkles and the cloud topping that only they have?”
“Yeah, yeah. But Dusty, I don’t want you flying off too far ahead of me. Canterlot’s a big city! As your responsible big sister—”
“You’re supposed to be lookin’ out for me, blah, blah, blah. Heard it a gazillion times already, Lyra.”
“Then you know that you should keep close to me.”
“But Lyra!”
“Dusty, come on. Just have a little walk with me. It’s bright and sunny out, no chance of rain; you can even hear the birds singing. It’s a beautiful day, so we might as well take the time to enjoy it.”
“…”
“Oh, are you sulking again?”
“No!”
“Then, why don’t you just come over here, hmm?”
“…Don’t wanna.”
“Oh, Lightning Dust. What am I gonna do with you?”
“…”
“Tell you what, how about you behave and walk with me—or fly; I won’t force you to get on the ground, as long as you’re next to me—and I’ll tell the nice ice cream mare to give you an extra scoop of that stardust flavor you love so much, okay?”
“…With extra sprinkles and cloud topping?”
“Only if you behave.”
“…’Kay.”
“That’s better. You know, ‘cuz you’re my baby sister I have to take care of you, right?”
“I’m not a baby!”
“But you’re still my sister, and I’ll always love you.”
“Hmph… I love you too, sis.”
“Sisters to the end, right?”
“Yeah… Now c’mon, Lyra! Ice cream!”
“Liiightniiiiing! Not so fast!”