“Thanks so much for helping out with this, girls," said Flash Sentry.
"No problem, Mr. Sentry," said Scootaloo, "Now about our fee...?"
"Fee? Oh, did you think....? I'm sorry, girls, but this was a volunteer project."
"Aww, come on!" said Sweetie Belle. "We could've spent the afternoon Crusading, instead of this complete..." she glanced at her flank, which was still unmarked, "...complete waste of time!"
"You're teaching foals just like you about the dangers of drugs. Isn't that its own reward?" he asked, tousling Sweetie Belle's mane.
"Well there's only one way ta drown mah sorrows" said Applebloom, "by breakin' into Big Mac's cellar an' swipin' a bottle of hard apple cider."
Flash Sentry cringed. "All right fine, I have..." he dug through his saddlebag, "..five pennies and a picture of Twilight Sparkle. Will that do for pay?"
"Pleasure doin' business with ya." said Applebloom, taking the goods with her hoof.
"Oh my gosh, you just got your cutie mark in negotiation!" exclaimed Flash Sentry.
"REALLY?" Applebloom's eyes darted to her still-blank flank. Her ears flattened, and her face fell. "That was low," she said with a pout.