“Heehee, for a pony trying to join the Wonderbolts, you sure have a sweet tooth!”
“Lay off me, Twi. You need a lotta energy to be as awesome as I am.”
“Think about it. If the Wonderbolts had to choose between you and a pony who doesn’t occasionally eat cake for lunch…”
“Oh, shuddup.”
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she lacks true conviction
such a disappointment
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“Yeah, Twilight! Rainbow’s the most awesomest flier in Equestria! I bet she could even fly all the way up to the moon—and it’s made of cheese, so then she could eat it! No, wait, Rainbow, I have an even better idea! Fly up there and steal the moon and bring it back down here ’cause I wanna try the moon cheese too, and we can make cupcakes with it by taking Mrs. Cake’s red velvet recipe and replacing the cream cheese with moon cheese and then adding some starlight sprinkles and cosmic caramel—”
“Pinkie.”
“—and meteor marshmallows and… Yes, Twilight?”
“The sandwiches and the apple pie slice I ordered?”
“They’re in the bag in front of you, silly.”
“How—?”
“So, like I was saying, there’s no way the Wonderbolts would ever choose another pony over Rainbow Dash with all the awesome stuff she can do, even if she eats cake for lunch every once and a while.”
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that was amusing
your form will be useful
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“Uh, yeah. Thanks for the vote of confidence, Pinks.”
“Of course, Rainbow! You know that I’ll always vote for confidence, because if I wasn’t confident I wouldn’t be able to pull off half the parties I do now, and if we had less parties—”
“Uh, Rainbow, is it just me, or is Pinkie acting even more random than usual?”
“—of course ponies would just be so sad which means I would have to cheer them up even more—”
“I don’t think Pinkie has a ‘usual’, to be honest.”
“Touché.”
“—but I wouldn’t be able to use up too much of my confidence which would mean I’d have to start pretending to—”
“Howdy, gals!”
“Hey, AJ!”
“Hiya, Applejack! Do you wanna hear all the ways I’ve come up with to make ponies happy without using up any confidence?”
“…Maybe later, Pinkie. Twilight, could you stop by the farm later today? Ah need your help with something.”
“Hm? Is something wrong?”
“Yeah, there’s some weird pus-like thing that’s growin’ on our trees and Ah don’t know what it is. Would ya mind coming over and taking a look at it, make sure it’s not harmful?”
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this is interesting
so trusting
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“Of course! Let me stop by home first to drop off Spike’s lunch and get some botany books, and then I’ll be right over.”
“Sure thing. Thanks, Twi.”
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this is it
she is the one
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“What is this?”
“Ah was hoping you could tell me.”
“It must be something from the Everfree Forest. I guess I’d describe it as a moss, but I’ve never even heard of moss that excretes, ugh, blue and yellow slime. I don’t think my books have anything on this.”
“Should Ah go and ask Zecora for help, then? It looks like it’s starting to spread to the other trees.”
“Maybe. Let me try something first. There’s a spell in here that might work—it’s meant for killing weeds, but it should work on any type of foreign vegetation. Can’t hurt to try.”
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perfect
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“Sounds good. Fire away, Twi.”