Early mornings were one of Scootaloo’s favourite times of the day. It probably was a Pegasus thing; the rising sun and clear skies called to her, even if she was still in the process of actually learning how to get off the ground. And during the summer holidays when school didn’t get in the way she could really enjoy those precious moments. Those same early mornings also proved to be the best time for the purple-maned filly to indulge in her second favourite activity next to trying to earn her cutie mark: spend as much time as possible with Rainbow Dash.
Today the filly found herself making use of a cloud personally delivered to ground level by the cyan mare to get used to the sensation of it. Rainbow Dash insisted that this was something that the filly needed to get used to once she finally had the ability to fly. Rainbow Dash could of told the filly to stick her head in a bucket and cluck like a chicken, and Scootaloo would have been off looking for a suitable container in a buzz of wings.
As Scootaloo tested her legs on the rather…spongy surface Rainbow Dash hovered nearby with a watchful eye.
“Heh, I bet there are a lot of earth ponies and unicorns that would love to be in your position. Clouds are like…the ultimate bed, and make pretty good building materials.” grinned Rainbow.
“I know! I mean, your house is so cool! When I can fly, I’m going to make one just like yours!” exclaimed the filly.
“Yeah, it’s only fitting for the best flyer in Equestria..” smirked Rainbow. She watched the filly test her footing for a few moments more, then cocked her head in puzzlement. “Hey, I never noticed those goggles before. Aren’t those…?”
“The newest official Wonderbolts Spitfire Goggles? Oh yeah!” Scootaloo beamed with pride as Rainbow admired the merchandise.
“Pretty cool…but pretty pricy too. How did you afford those anyways?”
“Afford?” The orange filly faltered for a moment. Her eyes grew distant as her mind went back to a few days ago…
***
There was only one shop in Ponyville that sold official Wonderbolt merchandise. That made it a magnet for every young Pegasus filly and colt in the vicinity. Whenever a new shipment of product got displayed in the front window, the store owners made sure to have plenty of window cleaner and rags handy. After all, they couldn’t close down for the day without wiping off the myriad of nose prints on the glass.
And only when there was no other school pony around did Scootaloo add her ’mark’, so to speak.
Her tendency to wait until no other young pony was around to look longingly at the pricy items stemmed from her fierce independence. Plus, the idea of being caught acting like some girly filly after a dress or other things like that mortified her. But when it came to the Wonderbolts she was willing to look the other way, in a manner of speaking.
She was about head back to her parked scooter when a voice piped up from behind her.
“Scootaloo? Is that you?” The filly in question flinched and pulled back her face from the window with an audible pop. There, standing behind her was…
“Silver Spoon.” Scootaloo grumbled, silently cursing Applebloom and Peppermill (but mostly Peppermill) for apparently ‘befriending’ the grey filly. Despite their insistence that Silver Spoon had turned over a new leaf and was genuinely wanting to make up for her bullying ways, she found it hard to believe. She might not of been as bad as Diamond Tiara, but the taunts of ‘blank flank’ still caused her to flare her tiny wings angrily.
“What’s got your attention?” asked Silver Spoon pleasantly.
“Nothing you’d be interested in…” snorted Scootaloo.
“Try me.” The rather emphatic statement made Scootaloo frown. While it seemed that the grey filly was trying to be nice, the Pegasus filly wasn’t buying into it. But, she didn’t want to risk having Applebloom or Peppermill become cross with her. With forced politeness, she responded.
“I was just…admiring the new Wonderbolt goggles they have here.” She motioned with a fore hoof to the window where the display sat. “They have Spitfire’s colors and signature and everything. They would be so cool to have…”
“Well, why don’t you go and buy a pair?”
“Huh, some of us don’t get huge allowances…” explained Scootaloo flatly. Silver Spoon’s face fell, resulting in some mixed emotions from the Pegasus. But just as quickly a determined glimmer shone in Silver’s grey-violet eyes made Scootaloo blink.
“Wait right here…please.” begged Silver Spoon. Scootaloo could only manage a small nod before the grey filly spun around and entered the shop. A minute or two passed, then Silver returned with a small bag. She dropped it before the Pegasus and then, with a grin, pulled out it’s contents.
“You bought… the goggles?” gasped Scootaloo. The orange filly immediately felt a surge of fury build in her. She was utter convinced that the grey filly was going to mock her with them. She was building up a head of steam to really let her have it when Silver put the goggles around Scootaloo’s neck.
“A gift…and they do look good on you. I don’t know if they are just for show or if they really work, but I bet when you finally figure out this whole flying thing they’ll come in handy.” Scootaloo was speechless, and could only manage some silent opening and closing of her mouth.
“Don forget that you and Sweetie Belle are invited to my house later today. See you!” And with that Scootaloo found herself alone in front of the shop, trying to restart her thought processes.
***
“I guess that’s one advantage to having a rich friend.” laughed Rainbow Dash once Scootaloo had finished her story.
“I wanted so badly to see this as nothing more than her trying to buy my friendship. But…I couldn’t. She seemed to really consider it a gift and nothing more…”
“Well, sometimes a gift is nothing but a gift. Did you thank her for it?’
“Did I thank her?” echoed Scootaloo.
“Well duh. You don’t go accepting gifts without a thank you. Totally not cool. She’s going out of her way to be friends and you brush her off?”
“Oh geeze…” Scootaloo hopped off the cloud and began to race over where she had stashed her scooter, calling over her shoulder. “IgottagoRainbowDashseeyoutomorrow!”
“Whatever squirt!” laughed the cyan Pegasus as the filly raced off in a buzz of wings towards where Silver Spoon’s mansion sat.
***
Scootaloo drove around to the back gate of the large house with the equally large grounds. Silver Spoon had explained that it was far easier to do this than to go through the routine of addressing the servant at the front and then being escorted around. She leaned her scooter and helmet along the stone wall and peered around. Thankfully her friends were not that far away. She trotted towards a small gazebo set up among some flower beds where Sweetie Belle, Applebloom, Peppermill and Silver Spoon were gathered.
As she approached she noticed something odd seemed to be going on between Applebloom and Sweetie Belle. The two fillies seemed to be covered in a sticky yet familiar substance dotted with colourful petals. Fighting a groan of understanding she quickly crossed the rest of the distance to the group.
“Please tell me that isn’t what I think it is.” she said, shaking her head.
“No, it ain’t…” muttered Applebloom.
“It’s…nectar and…flower petals.” rasped Peppermill.
“Well, that’s new at least.” admitted Scootaloo.
“I’m still trying to figure out how you two managed to do that…” Silver Spoon quipped.
“Well, it’s certainly not a talent that can get you a cutie mark.” sighed the white unicorn filly, trying to pry some yellow petals off of a hoof.
“You might as well come inside and get cleaned up.” offered Silver.
“Um…I dunno…” mumbled Applebloom. Sweetie didn’t speak, but the expression on her face indicated she was in agreement with the yellow filly.
“What?” asked Silver with a frown.
“Well, it ain’t that we aren’t grateful or nuttin’…” began Applebloom.
“But that butler is scary!” squeaked Sweetie.
“She…has a point…Silver.” agreed Peppermill grimly.
“What butler?” asked Scootaloo.
“I guess you didn’t have the pleasure of meeting Mr. Cufflink yet.” sighed Silver.
“Mister Cufflink? Since when do you call butlers mister?”
“You’ll…see…”
***
Scootaloo and Peppermill waited in Silver Spoon’s impressive bedroom while the remaining three fillies quickly made for the bathroom. The grey colt raised an eyebrow at the hardware adorning the Pegasus’ neck.
“Where…did you…get the…goggles?”
“Oh…um…Silver Spoon bought them for me.” explained Scootaloo.
“She bought…them for you…huh.” Peppermill hid a smile by looking away. Scootaloo noticed though, and frowned.
“What?”
“I…already knew…about it. I just…wanted to hear…you admit it.” Scootaloo scowled and poked at the colt, who merely grinned. This was a typical exchange between the two, a unique way of showing their bond of friendship. “She was…really happy…about it. She was…convinced you’d throw it…in her face…or accuse her…of bribery.”
“Yeah, I…almost did. But…” managed Scootaloo. But before she could continue there was a small commotion outside as three filly came racing into the room. Applebloom and Sweetie Belle dove for cover behind Peppermill and Scootaloo while Silver stayed at the door.
“He’s coming…” she whispered fiercely from her post.
“Oh…bother…” mumbled the colt. He looked about ready to say something to Scootaloo when…
“Miss Silver Spoon?” It was a masculine voice to be sure, but it sent a shiver up and down Scootaloo’s back, and her wings flared in surprise.
“Yes Mr. Cufflink?” replied Silver pleasantly.
“I trust that you and your companions are doing well at this moment in time?”
“Of course we are. Thank you for asking Mr. Cufflink.” Scootaloo couldn’t make out the pony on the other side of the door from the angle she was sitting at, but she was beginning to think that was a good thing. There was just something about that voice. It reminded her of when the Cutie Mark Crusaders had stayed up late in their clubhouse using Sweetie Belle’s radio to listen to some old-fashioned radio programs. They would huddle together as the narrator would spin a creepy tale and tremble whenever the villain (usually some sort of mad scientist-type) would speak.
“I hate having to interrupt your…ahem…play date but I have a urgent message addressed to you.” The young ponies in the room could hear the sound of paper being passed along, and strained to listen as the butler took his leave. So focused were they on his departure that they all gave a yelp of surprise when Silver Spoon closed the door firmly.
“It’s those eyebrows.” pouted Applebloom.
“Yeah, they’re huge! And his expression never changes. It’s like he’s waiting for you do something wrong…” added Sweetie.
“I think he practises that look in the mirror every morning.” admitted Silver. “He might be a bit creepy, but Daddy says he one of Equestria‘s best butlers.”
“Anyways…” began Peppermill, trying to change the subject, “what is so…urgent about this…message?”
“Beats me.” shrugged Silver. “I wouldn’t be surprised if it is one of Diamond Tiara’s famous ‘wish you were here’ messages. Every year she writes the same thing: blah blah wonderful place blah blah so many rich ponies blah blah too bad you couldn’t come. I think she has these things made up ahead of time and just sends them out randomly, since they never change.” As Silver Spoon began to read the paper, the Cutie Mark Crusaders and Peppermill started to quietly discuss what the plans for that day would be. But before they could get anywhere a rather unnerving sound seemed to escape from Silver Spoon’s throat.
“Nnngghh…”
“Um, are you alright Silver?” questioned the white unicorn filly.
“No…no, no, no!” Silver’s voice went from a moan to a shriek, and her friends looked at one another in concern. Peppermill carefully approached the filly (who looked to be in full meltdown mode) and carefully picked up the now discarded letter. He read it out loud, trying to be heard over the frantic Silver Spoon.
“SS…Returning to…Ponyville at…end of week…have important news…Mr. Rich…” The colt looked up puzzled. “Who is…Mr. Rich?”
“That’s Filthy Rich. He’s Diamond Tiara’s dad, remember I told you about him and our zap apple jam?” explained Applebloom, watching Silver Spoon’s breakdown with equal parts concern and awe.
“She’s coming back early!” wailed the grey filly, throwing her head back in a howl.
“You mean, Diamond Tiara? But, there’s still two weeks before school starts again.” exclaimed Scootaloo, first to pick up on the reality of the situation.
“Mr. Rich wouldn’t be coming home without Diamond. I…I haven’t prepared. I…I needed those weeks to figure out to explain to Diamond about you guys…oh no!” Silver began to prance in place, looking around frantically. It wasn’t until Peppermill approached her and placed his fore hooves on either side of her face to wrench her gaze to him that she stopped.
“Silver Spoon…get a grip…on yourself!” Colt and filly held the pose for a few seconds until a slightly annoyed Applebloom inserted herself between the two of them.
“This ain’t no time to panic. If we don’t want to spend our next school year being terrorized by Diamond Tiara lookin’ fer revenge, we need to think! You said you had some sorta plan Silver?”
“Well, kind of…you have to know exactly what Diamond wants to hear. The slightest miscue and she’ll be at your throat. And…well…” The grey filly faltered, looking unhappy. But then she looked up to see the anxious faces of her new friends. There was no doubt in her young mind that they wanted to help her in her time of need as much as they wanted to save themselves the ongoing agony Diamond Tiara could create. Even Peppermill, who by proxy of not being a student could of avoided all of the imminent danger, seemed eager to help. At that moment a rare warm feeling flooded the filly. It was something she never felt for all of her years in Diamond Tiara’s shadow…genuine friendship.
“I…need your help. Please.” she pleaded at last. “I…as much as Diamond has been part of my life I…I can’t deal with her anymore. These last few months have been more fun than any I can remember. I’m not mean, I’m not a bully, I’m…I’m…”
“Your…ok?” This comment came from Scootaloo, who was surprised by her response. Silver Spoon blinked, fighting tears, and manage a small smile.
“I can live with that…” Silver agreed.
“All right, it’s time we got to work. We don’t have much time…” Applebloom announced. “Ifin we are gonna have to deal with an angry Diamond Tiara we need to get organized!” Within moments the young ponies huddled together with a single goal in mind.
***
The end of that week came so quickly that the Cutie Mark Crusaders wondered if somepony had pulled a nasty prank on them. Was it possible that Diamond Tiara had paid someone to speed up all the clocks in Ponyville? Or maybe she had somehow convinced Celestia and Luna to subtly speed up time itself?
“Why would Princess Celestia take money to do something like that? She doesn’t need the money.” Scootaloo rolled her eyes at Sweetie Belle’s incredible story, wondering not for the first time what exactly went on inside her unicorn friend’s mind.
“Well, do you have an explanation?” demanded the white filly.
“No, but if I did it would be a lot better than that!”
“Girls!” snapped Applebloom. “This ain’t the time or the place.”
“Definitely not the place…” The Cutie Mark Crusaders, as agreed upon days earlier, waited in the massive foyer of the mansion Silver Spoon lived the morning of D Day (‘D’, of course, for Diamond Tiara). The plan, such as it was, was for the girls to all go to the train station together with Peppermill waiting for them there. Of course, the fact that the intimidating Mr. Cufflink just happened to have had the day off helped immensely. Otherwise the three fillies would never of willingly waited.
“Miss Silver Spoon wishes to apologize for her tardiness. She should be down momentarily.” This was the explanation given by the teenaged mare in the maid’s uniform that greeted the girls at the door. With that the girls waited…and waited…and waited some more.
“You don’t suppose Silver took off in the middle of the night?” asked Sweetie.
“You haven’t been getting into Rarity’s romance novels again, have you?” questioned Scootaloo.
“…maybe.” said the unicorn in a small voice.
“Ugh…” That rather painful sound came from the grey filly at the top of the huge central staircase. As she minced her way down the steps, the Crusaders shared a worried look. Silver Spoon, to be brutally honest, looked awful. Her normally well-styled mane and braid looked unkempt. There were unmistakable dark rings around her bleary eyes. Her head and ears were drooped low and she continually stifled yawn the entire trip to the ground floor.
“Did you sleep at all last night?” asked Sweetie Belle with concern.
“No. I spent half the night going over the script we had come up with do deal with anything Diamond might throw at me. Then I spent the rest of the night worried it wasn’t going to work.”
“Maybe she’ll feel sorry for you. Couldn’t you just send a message sayin’ yer sick?” offered the apple filly.
“Nopony brushes off Diamond Tiara.” The mocking tone of Silver’s voice indicated this was something the filly had heard more than once. In her normal, albeit tired tone she added. “If I didn’t show up she’d go looking for me.”
“That’s it!” This furious exclamation came from Scootaloo. Her patience had been worn through and she was sick of the suffocating despair the rest of her friends were giving off, especially Silver Spoon. “She’s just one pony. I don’t care how bad she is, she isn’t going to stand up to all of us. We are going to the train station, meet Peppermill there, and if Diamond Tiara can’t handle it then too bad!”
Silver sat hard onto the floor, blinking at the three fillies before her. There were times in the past where a scene like this, with the Cutie Mark Crusaders standing before her and Diamond Tiara nowhere to be seen would have been the beginning of a doozy of a nightmare. But instead of vengeance, righteous indignation and hatred directed at her, she felt nothing but kindness. It would have been even better, she would muse, if Peppermill had been there. But she wasn’t about to complain.
“I guess…I guess I just have face the music. I’ve been waiting for a moment like this for longer than you might think. Thank you…for helping me.”
“Right! Now, let’s get going to the train station!” crowed Scootaloo.
“Yeah, before Peppermill starts getting ponies all askin’ for him to come an’ cook fer them. You’d be amazed at how often that happens.” agreed Applebloom.
***
“I’m sorry…Ditzy…but I’m…not catering for…anypony right now. Wait until…school starts…again and ask me.” The grey mail mare fluttered dejectedly away, leaving Peppermill to sigh. “Note to self…talk to…Pinkie Pie about…working on…my baking skills.” The colt had been waiting for the four fillies at the train station, mulling over last minute advice and potential escape routes were things to turn ugly. He was mentally measuring how many young ponies could squeeze through an alley behind the station itself when the Crusaders and Silver Spoon arrived.
“Are you…ok Silver?” asked the colt, approaching the filly with a look of concern. The separate reactions of the young ponies were noteworthy: Silver Spoon gave a wan smile, but she couldn’t stop the hint of blush on her cheeks, Applebloom frowned ever so slightly at the attention the grey filly received, Sweetie Belle looked at both Silver and Peppermill with a look of confusion and Scootaloo simply rolled her eyes.
“She didn’t sleep well last night.” explained Scootaloo quickly. “She’s worried about Diamond Tiara.”
“But I’m ready as I’ll ever be.” conceded the grey filly, lifting her chin and steadying her posture. Other than a few stray strands of grey mane she looked like she was ready to face the world…
…until the whistle of the approaching train made her (and the rest of the group) jump and wince.
The young ponies watched as the train pulled into the station. Their focus was not on the normal passenger cars but the car just prior to the caboose. This car was reserved for the personal use of Filthy Rich and his family. A few of the family’s personal servants were already hard at work unloading baggage as the stallion himself stepped out of the car.
“He seems…familiar…” murmured Peppermill.
“Reckon he might have been to yer family’s restaurant in Canterlot?” whispered Applebloom, to which the colt answered with a shrug. Colt and fillies sat on the platform and watched…and waited…and waited…and waited…
“Is this…one of those…fashionably late…things?” asked Peppermill.
“How can you be fashionably late getting off a train?” pondered Sweetie out loud.
“Sumthins’ wrong…” stated Applebloom flatly. Silver Spoon said nothing, but approached the stallion as he barked out the last of his orders.
“Excuse me, Mr. Rich?” The tall stallion turned to see Silver Spoon before him, and a rather peculiar expression crossed his face. If the gathered ponies didn’t know better, he seemed reluctant to talk to her.
“Oh, Silver Spoon. I wasn’t expecting you. I thought I would see you at your home.”
“I…got your message sir. Is there something wrong?”
“Wrong? No, it’s just…” The stallion definitely seemed ill at ease, and the Cutie Mark Crusaders shared a puzzled look. Eventually the stallion sighed. “I guess there is nothing for it but to tell you.”
“Is it about Diamond Tiara? Did…something happen to her?”
“Well, no. Not exactly. As you may or may not know, one of the reasons why our family leaves Ponyville during the summer break is to go and visit my wife’s family. This year we were introduced to some of their friends. Old money, as you probably could guess.” Silver simply nodded, clearly wanting Filthy Rich to continue.
“Anyways, my wife and them began to talk and the subject of private schooling came up. It seems these friends had children who attended and they talked quite highly of it. They even had a brochure, if you can believe it. Well, the more they talked the more excited both my wife and daughter became. Eventually we were invited to the school just to tour it, and they fell in love with it.”
“A private school? Full of Diamond Tiaras? Ugh…” muttered Scootaloo under her breath.
“And to make a long story short we decided that, for just this following school year, Diamond would be enrolled at this private school. She’ll be staying with her aunt and uncle while she attends.” Oddly, the stallion seemed very apologetic at this point. Silver Spoon, on the other hoof, seemed stunned.
“Listen, I know that you and my daughter were…are friends. And I know that Diamond…well, she hasn’t always been the nicest of ponies.” The Crusaders and Peppermill caught the older pony glancing at them at this comment. “I was quite shocked when she agreed so quickly to this. I even pointed out that it would mean leaving you behind, as it were.” Filthy Rich faltered for a moment, then sighed. “She said, and I quote: Silver Spoon can take care of things in Ponyville on her own. She doesn’t need me to keep the…commoners in line.”
“Commoners?” responded Peppermill with a raised eyebrow. Filthy Rich leaned down to the filly, and spoke softly.
“I am sorry about this. You were always far too good to my daughter, given how poorly she treated you. And everypony else, to be honest. I thought you would take it rather badly, but…” He looked over at the fillies and colt, and gave a small nod. “But I think you’ll do just fine.” The stallion straightened up tall, and spoke up. “I’m sure that there are probably all sorts of things that Diamond has borrowed from you and left in her room. You’re welcome to come and get those things whenever you want. Good day.” And with that Filthy led his porters away with the baggage.
“Isn’t that jus lahk Diamond Tiara?” growled Applebloom. “Dumps the only friend she had in the world jus so she could spend time with a bunch of snooty brats lahk her. Honestly…”
“Um…Silver, are you ok?” questioned Sweetie. The filly in question had slowly turned around on stiff legs and walked with a bit of wobble right past her new friends. Silver’s face held a unnerving expression, her eyes distant and glazed over slightly. She was silent as she walked on, her friends looking on worriedly two at either side of her. Eventually they reached the small park in town where the fountain stood, and Silver came to an abrupt halt underneath a tree.
“Silver Spoon?” asked Scootaloo, waving a forehoof in front of the filly’s face.
“Ah remember Granny Smith talkin’ about this once. I think she called it catty-tonic?” said the Apple filly.
“Silver?” This was the plea from Peppermill, who was genuinely beginning to worry about his new friend. He noticed that her lips were moving, but couldn’t make out what she was trying to convey. He strained hard, then frowned. “I’m…free?”
“I’m free…” agreed the filly, startling the others around her. “I’m…I’m free…”
…
…
…
”I’M FREE!!!!!”
Silver Spoon reared up onto her hind legs, flinging her forelegs out and throwing her head back in apparent ecstasy. She then began to bounce around the gathered ponies giggling madly.
“I think she has gone crazy.” exclaimed Scootaloo in alarm.
“But she seems so…happy.” added Sweetie Belle.
“Would ya rather she be barkin’ lahk Winona?” snapped Applebloom. Her comment was cut off when Silver suddenly grabbed her by the shoulders and shook her hard enough to rattle her teeth.
“I’m free Applebloom! I’m free! She’s not coming back!”
“Uh, do you mean Diamond Tiara? She’s only going to be gone for a school year…” began Scootaloo.
“But a school year without having to be a spoiled bully is a lifetime! It’s like…a huge weight is off of my back!” trilled Silver Spoon, prancing in place, her face flushed with joy. “I can be me! I can be with…my friends. My real friends.” A sudden realization seemed to hit the filly, and she calmed down. “I mean, that is, if you all will still be my friends…”
“Why…would we…stop being…your friends?” asked Peppermill, looking hurt by the insinuation.
“Well…” squirmed the grey filly. “You could be waiting until school starts to get back at me for everything me and Diamond did to you…”
“We ain’t lahk Diamond Tiara. It hasn’t been easy fer us to accept, but you are a decent pony Silver Spoon. And…and I’m willing to still be yer friend.” It was a rather hard thing for the Apple filly to say, given her family’s infamous stubbornness, but she meant it from the bottom of her heart.
“Yeah, I guess you are cool…when you’re not being a snob…” agreed Scootaloo, nudging the goggles around her neck with a hoof.
“You are very nice Silver. I much prefer you this way.” nodded Sweetie Belle enthusiastically.
“What about you Peppermill?” asked Silver of the colt, her eyes shimmering with hope.
“I don’t think…I could not like…any pony…who knows as much…about food as you. Besides…us grey ponies…have to stick…together.” grinned the colt. Silver Spoon looked at her new friends, feeling ready to burst in genuine happiness, something she was not used to.
Then, the unthinkable happened…
Silver Spoon might of gotten away with flinging her forelegs around Peppermill’s neck and hugging him…
…but when she went ahead and planted a kiss on his cheek, all heck broke loose.
Scootaloo’s face twisted in disgust.
Sweetie Bell tried (and failed) to hide a blush on her face by covering it with her hooves.
Peppermill sat there with a shocked expression on his face.
And Applebloom exploded, and exploded again…
”SILVER SPOON!” roared the yellow filly. The pony in question, realizing what she had done, immediately took off in a run.
“I’m sorry! I didn’t mean it! I lost my head for a second! Nooooo!!!” wailed Silver as she ran with Applebloom in hot pursuit.
“School is going to be really weird this year…” sighed Scootaloo, rolling her eyes. Sweetie Belle nodded, then frowned as she examined the frozen form of Peppermill.
“Um, does being ‘catty-tonic’ spread? Because I think Peppermill caught it from Silver Spoon.”
FIN