It was all good for the mare couple to hear that the runaway from the day before came back on his own accord and was converted with no issues or curiosities at all. Well, aesthetically or mentally, anyways. There was still the letter signed by the princess for him at the front desk for when he woke up, which would be any time soon.
They both knew exactly what it was just by the envelope. It was an acceptance letter to Equestria's most prestige school for unicorns.
Initially, and predictably, Lyra was jealous.
"Lucky! I used to send in so many letters to the princess just begging to get accepted as a filly, and he gets to be a charity case," The aqua pony fumed, sitting in her usual unusual fashion in the chair at the front desk, her lover by her side, "It's the hardest school to get into for unicorns!"
"Perhaps she just saw something in him that was different? Most newfoal unicorns aren't that great at magic, so maybe the princess thought he was more capable?"
"I'm more capable at magic than any newfoal, yet here I am."
"With the mare you love," Bon Bon added, with a smirk on her face. She was quickly rewarded for her comment with the silence of her partner and a gentle nuzzle on her cheek, "Besides, you're capable where it counts."
"Capable at what?" Spitfire asked, announcing her presence to the side of the front desk.
"Nothing!" Lyra defended, though it didn't quite convince the fiery-maned pegasus that there was nothing implied by the prior statement, "You didn't hear anything!"
The orange-yellow mare gave a chuckle at the lyre-marked pony's protests. "Relax, Lyra. I'm only here to say hi to my two favourite mare-friends before I fly off to training some newfoals how to fly... some more..."
"Are they getting any better, at least?" Bon Bon asked, tilting her head with sincere concern for her friend.
The pegasus shook her head with a disappointed grimace on her face. "Nah. Soarin's been working his wings off just with the basics. We're seriously considering calling quits on this group of sob stories"
"Oh, you shouldn't do that!"
"These one's have been a month, and they refuse to take risks and learn. They're unteachable, but anyways, change of topic! I didn't get a chance to meet the princess, how was she?"
Lyra shrugged as she lay back in her seat. "She came in, watched some humans get converted, left after the runaway, came back with said runaway, got him converted, then went back to Canterlot."
"And what was the count of the day? I had a small bet with Vinyl for two unicorns, one pegasus, and three earth ponies."
Bon Bon cleared her throat and paused to scour her memory. "I think the total was one unicorn, two pegasi, two earth ponies, and one zebra."
"A zebra? How did we get a zebra?" Spitfire furled her eyebrow.
Lyra shrugged in her seat, illiciting a minor shudder in her lover at the unnatural posture. "Something about culture and background influencing outcomes and all that."
"Oh. Okay, forget I asked then. She still lost. She was betting that there was going to be an alicorn."
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There were no more humans in the bureau to call for the rest of the week. The night before was short, so Vinyl was well rested for her morning announcements, which was simply reading off the day's menu and whatever she felt like talking about. This morning, it was weird trivia she had found over the internet.
Did you know that a quack from a duck doesn't echo? Huh...
She ended her working morning by lazily setting the PA system to continuously play soothing, ambient sounds, just for kicks, then went up back to her apartment to check up on her newly converted roommate. For the first time in a week, he slept a whole night in his over-sized bed. She had to admit, he just looked outright adorable, curled up underneath his sheets. Too bad she forgot to put his fingers in warm water when he slept while he still had them.
As expected, he was wide awake when she walked in. As will all her previous newfoal roommates, he was checking himself out in a mirror and trying to experiment with his new ability to perform magic. It was remarkable in its own right that he was able to lift the eraser end of a pencil and inch so soon after conversion.
"You're not focusing on the whole thing there, Kenny," She said, immediately causing him to lose said focus, having the pencil fall back to its side, "You gotta be the pencil, and all that."
"Oh... sorry. Um, first time, not very good," He replied. He seemed to have got used to his new vocal chords, given that his voice cracked in a shrill manner.
"Hey, most newfoals take a couple days to understand magic, and when they do, they make things explode. You should have seen the one that I mentored before you. She made a bowl of lemons blow up in the cafeteria. Though, I did teach her how to make things combustible... I got a long talk about that one."
Ken took a deep breath and tried lifting the pencil again. This time, though, he succeeded in lifting the other end an inch higher than the other. He broke his concentration and rubbed the side of his head with his hoof, no doubt with a headache.
"Ya, best to take a break for a little while if your head starts hurting. Means that you're trying to hard," The white mare patted the stallion's shoulder with her hoof, "I have a mini fridge in the closet with some food, if you're hungry. Nothing like a snack after doing the unicorn thing."
the gray stallion nodded his head, and Vinyl's horn glowed as she levitated a few things in the room, bringing a plastic container of alfalfa with chopped apples. She could tell he was starving by the way he licked his lips. She wasn't sure what he felt about the look of the meal through. He probably never had any sort of hay before in his life, but he just seemed hungry enough to forgo caring about looks for a minute before planting his face into the container for a mouthful of the treat.
He brought his head back, chewing on the legumes and fruit. He mumbled something with the food in his mouth, no doubt praise judging from the fact that he wasn't spitting it out. He paused a second, then gulped it down and repeated himself, "That tastes great!"
Vinyl smiled and nodded her head. "Knew you'd like it. Alfalfa by itself is kinda plain, but the apples make it taste twenty percent better."
Ken took another gulp of the treat, "Anything else I'd like?"
"You could find out on your own... Oh, And congrats."
"On what? Was I the hundred millionth conversion?"
The mare shook her head. "Not even close, though slightly better."
The gray unicorn shrugged and took another gulp of alfalfa and apples. "What?"
"You're gonna get an education."
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Meanwhile in Great Britain, we have the Doctor having a small adventure with his assistant, Derpy Hooves, whilst fighting a recently ponified Harold Saxon, more notable as "The Master", but that's a story left for someone else to write whom knows a little bit more about Dr Who than I do.