She heard the key turn in the lock and sprung up, standing in front of the table.
Vinyl trotted through the door and used her magic to close it behind her. "Hey, Tavi," she called cheerfully, walking towards the kitchen.
Octavia shuffled nervously to the side, keeping her eyes on the unicorn.
"What have you done today?" asked Vinyl, taking a sip on a carton of apple juice with a straw.
"N-n-nothing!" stammered Octavia.
Vinyl regarded her with suspicion. "I thought you were going out shopping today?"
"Y-yes," said Octavia, trying to act casually. "Yes, I went and picked up some fruit and hay and stuff. But, I mean. Nothing unexpected. Nothing unplanned."
Vinyl slowly walked over towards the grey mare. Octavia shuffled to the side again, trying to block Vinyl's view of the table. Vinyl could sense Octavia's discomfort. "What? Can't I give my marefriend a kiss?"
Octavia's eyes flicked to the side, trying to judge whether Vinyl would be able to see what she'd done. "S-s-sure?" she answered half-heartedly.
Vinyl leaned in to kiss Octavia, but at the last minute used her magic to levitate the contents of the table.
* * *
"I'm so sorry," said Octavia later, when they were sitting on the couch together.
Vinyl held up the broken record that Octavia had hastily glued together. "And you actually expected I'd be able to play this again?"
Octavia hung her head.
Vinyl put the record down. "So how did you break it?"
Octavia mumbled something.
"Sorry?" said Vinyl, "I didn't hear that."
"I said I was listening to it!" shouted Octavia, before clamping her hoof over her mouth, shocked at the volume of her admission.
Vinyl smirked. "So, did you like it?"
"Yes," admitted Octavia.
Vinyl grinned. "You actually liked a dubstep record?"
"Yes!" said Octavia.
Vinyl wrapped her forelegs around her marefriend. "It's a good tune, that one. Do you want to listen to it together? It's a good thing I have like eight copies of it."