“It looks great Lyra, but how are you going to afford it?” Blue wasn’t into clothes, that was true. However, Lyra was obviously trying to get him to show some interest, and it was working. The dark blue satin dress looked great on Lyra, if not exactly working well with her features. Lyra scrunched her face up and put it back with a huff.
“I’ve been saving for four years Blue, I don’t spend my time sitting around the house you know.” Lyra picked out a different dress, and smiled, this was the one. It was almost like white cotton candy. Her parents had always said she looked great in white. Blue scratched his cheek, an awkward smile on his face.
“Why are you buying a new dress anyway, wasn’t the dress you wore last time fine?” Blue took a step back as Lyra situated him a glare, and sighed, glancing toward the door. Maybe it was the event that happened, but more likely it was something to do with ‘fashion’. Blue followed Lyra out the shop, and she looked to the sky, surprised.
“Oh wow, time sure flies when you’re having fun. We have enough time for one more shop before we head...out for lunch.” Lyra’s pause did not go unnoticed, but Blue was tired of trying to guess what Lyra was trying to hide for a surprise. Turning to look at the shops, he noticed one was labelled a book store.
“Do you mind if we go in there?” Blue saw Lyra make a disgusted face, but relented and they walked into the store. Blue quickly browsed the shelves before finding a section labelled history. Pulling out one book, he skimmed it curiously.
“I don’t know why you’re so interested in our history, it’s boring!” Lyra saw Blue close the book and grab another, now holding two in his magic.
“Gram-Professor Oak likes to hear about this world. Your society is entirely different from ours. Something that seems second nature to you, like magic, is completely new to us.” Blue picked out a final book and held them questioningly to Lyra, who rolled her eyes and took them to the counter to pay for them.
“And it doesn’t interest you. At all.” Lyra’s voice was bordering on sarcasm as she rolled her eyes, tossing Blue the books. Blue rolled his in return, and put the books in his backpack.
“Of course it does Lyra. It’s the same as how you wanted to know everything about our world when you first went to it, remember?” Blue saw Lyra wince, and followed her out the store. They began to head down the street. Where they were going, only Lyra knew.
“Touche.” Lyra hated to admit when Blue was right, but he was right. Curse his logic! Pulling up to a regular house, she knocked gently on the door, and a pony much older than Lyra, but still young by pony standards, answered the door.
“Lyra, it’s great to see you.” The pony was a mare with white hair and a dark green coat. Blue could see the family resemblance, or he hoped it was. A Stallion around the same age of the mare, except with a yellow coat and a dark blue, and yet somehow light in color, leaned his head around the corner.
“Hey mom, dad, I hope it’s okay if we stay for lunch.” Lyra hugged each of her parents, and then all eyes fell on Blue. Blue smiled sheepishly, and waved his hoof in greeting.
“Mom, dad, this is Blue. He’s my special somepony.” Lyra smiled warmly at Blue, and looked toward her parents as they shared a glance, and broke out into victorious smiles.
“About time kiddo-We were thinking we’d never get any grandkids at this rate.” Both laughed as Lyra’s face broke into a bright red blush, and Blue’s mouth dropped open. So that’s what a ‘special somepony’ was.
“Mooom,” Lyra whined in response, and glanced apologetically to Blue. Smiling despite the awkward situation, his expression came out more of as a wince.
“Oh hush dear we’re only teasing.” Lyra’s mom chuckled and headed into the house to prepare lunch. They were a typical family in those terms. The mother stayed home while the father did the work, an old tradition, but one they were raised on.
“We know there’s plenty of years left before you’re old enough for that.” The father chuckled and led Lyra and Blue into the lounge room. It had that warm, lived-in feel that was common to a parents house. Needless to say, Blue was not comfortable.
“Actually, I’m 4 years older than that. Time travel, you don’t want to know.” Lyra sat down beside Blue on the larger couch, it was covered in a floral design. Lyra’s father merely widened his eyes, and shook his head, leaning back as he began to laugh loudly.
“Well ain’t that a shocker. Hey Ma’, our kid’s four years older than we thought.” As he spoke, Lyra’s mom poked her head out the kitchen and her eyes widened in response.
“That right Fa’? That’s great news, we gonna have little stompers runnin’ round here in no time.” Returning to her cooking, Lyra’s mother missed the deepening blush on Lyra’s face as she listened to them talk.
“This is really great conversation and all, and I mean really, but can we change the subject?” Lyra scratched the back of her head and knew she would never live this down. Blue’s parent was a mother who let him do whatever he wanted, and his grandfather was a professor. Really she couldn’t top tha-
Blue chuckled in the background, enjoying the atmosphere of the room. Lyra’s parents were just like how he’d imagined his family would have been like had his father still been with them. Well, maybe with less grandchild jokes. At the same time, it made him sad to remember his mother was still in Pallet, waiting for him to come by.
“Alright, lunch is served!” Before long, all four of them were seated and digging into the home cooked meal. Blue enjoyed it, he hadn’t had many chances to enjoy meals that tasted of home in quite a long time. Lyra enjoyed it for a separate reason however. Lyra was glad her parents seemed to be taking a shine to Blue.
“Well it was nice to see you, bring some kids around next time okay ra’?” Lyra’s father smirked as Lyra lowered her head as he used her nickname, and the parents chuckled in response. Ruffling Lyra’s hair, they bid farewell and Lyra and Blue left, both having mixed feelings about the meeting.
“I’m sorry,” spoke Lyra finally. Blue chuckled and brought his arm around Lyra, and made a sweeping motion to the sky.
“Awesomeness doesn’t need to know if you are sorry, awesomeness is awesome like that” Blue let Lyra go and smirked as she chuckled, and they went on their way to the next destination.