"Hi, Twilight!"
"Oh, hi Pinkie Pie. How are you?"
"I was hoping to ask you the same thing. What's hopping?"
"Well, I'm just trotting to the market. Spike's under the weather, so that means I do the shopping."
"Oh cool! Whatcha buying? Oh wait, not cool! Spikey's sick? What got him down? Feather flu? Cutiepox? Dragon rash? Um..."
"None of those things, Pinkie. He's just got a small cold. Nothing too big, but I don't want him spreading it to anypony else."
"Okie Dokie Lokie! So Twilight, what's been on your mind lately?"
"Well, I finally got my last box of books unpacked and shelved last night. That feels pretty good. I think maybe I'm even starting to feel at home here. I mean, I miss Canterlot, but here feels... fresh, you know?"
"That's great! Hard to believe It's only been.... carry the one, divide by zero, pineapple, zoom... two weeks, three days, three hours, and ninety seven seconds."
"Um, since what?"
"Since you arrived in Ponyville!"
"Pinkie, how could you possibly know the exact moment I got here?"
"Silly filly! I was the first pony you met, remember?"
"Huh. I guess that's true. Want to trot with me for a bit? I haven't really explored the market place too much yet; I bet there are a lot of hidden gems here you could show me."
"Hidden gems? That's more Rarity's thing. And nah, I actually have a birthday party to set up. I just wanted to check in on ya, see how things were going. But hey, nice chatting!"
"Well, that was random and pleasant I guess. Now, where can I find some onions?"