Epilogue
"That's a story for another time, dear. If anything, it'll give you an excuse to come visit me again!"
"Wow..." Was the first thing that came out of Twilight's mouth, and for a minute or two, that was it. Her mother just sat, watching her with a small smile playing over her lips. Eventually, Twilight looked up from the half empty, fifth mug of tea and set her gaze upon her mother, "That's... incredible. Rainbow isn't going to believe it."
"I certainly like to think so." Velvet said, her tone a little smug, "But I am curious," she eventually said, "You don't seem all that surprised about the last half. You took that all in stride. I half expected you to tell me to stop talking there."
Twilight laughed, lifting her mug in her magic and swilling the contents around, "If you told me that story a year or so ago, I might have. But as it is, I have a few tales of my own to tell, mother."
"Well, I hope you feel obligated to tell me someday, considering." Velvet said. Her daughter laughed once again, in a sort of 'count on it' way.
Twilight look a long pull from her tea mug, before looking expectantly back at her mother. Velvet glanced up from her own mug, setting it down slowly as she swallowed her mouthful, "What is it, dear?"
The younger Unicorn fidgeted slightly, "What happened next? With the Doctor, I mean. Where'd you guys go?"
Her mother didn't respond right away, only gaining a smug smile and taking another, long sip from her tea. Twilight tapped a hoof on the table impatiently as her mother set the mug down, "Now Twilight, it's gotten far too late. Celestia will be raising the sun in less than an hour!" She yawned theatrically.
Twilight gave a cry of dismay and disappointment, "Mom! Please! Don't do this to me!" Her distress only made Velvet laugh harder, "That's a story for another time, dear. If anything, it'll give you an excuse to come visit me again!"
The younger Unicorn mare scrunched her nose angrily at her mother, but ultimately she gave up with an exasperated sigh, "Oh, alright fine! You win this time around, mother," she glanced at the clock, then looked sheepishly back to Velvet, "Uh... You don't mind if I stay the rest of the night? Like you said, it's gotten kinda late."
Velvet chuckled, "But of course dear. Come along, your old room is still around. You can stay there."
And the mother and daughter walked side by side towards the younger's old bedroom, making plans for when they might get together again and swap stories, be they about a mad pony in a box, or adventures with old friends.
End...