"Huuarrghh. Morning, Cakes."
"Hello, Pinkie. You seem unusually tired for a non-party night."
"Huh, oh, post-party depression? Nopey, I think I just ate too much chocolate yesterday. Bon Bon was having a ridiculous sale, and I miiiiight have spent a teensy bit much. My blood-sugars probably through the roof, and I had all these weird dreams about--"
"Oh, I'm sure they were very weird alright."
"You don't want to hear them?"
"I think Cup is indeed saying that. No offense, Pinkie, I hope you understand, it's just that well, um..."
"Carrot slept with the lights on for three days the last time you told us about your dreams."
"Well, you did too, Honeybuns!"
"Carrot, we share the same bedroom. Anyway, Pinkie, you're shift doesn't start until eleven. Any plans before that?"
"Yeppers! I'm going to go talk to ponies!"
"Oh, well have fun. Be back by a quarter 'til eleven, okay?"
"Lokey pokey okey! You two have fun too--I want to have grandchildren!"
"I don't think she understands how family trees work."
"She's nineteen, dear. And given her, err, bubbly personality, I'm pretty sure she knows all about the birds and the bees."
"I don't know, she grew up on a rock farm."
"She'll be fine. Go turn on the oven please."