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// (25) 
// Story: Choose Your Own Adventure: Your Self Insert Asks Pinkie Pie for a Date 
// by Palm Palette 
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Pinkie's a fun-loving pony, so the best way to cinch this date is to make her laugh. You have a poem you memorized, but it's more romantic than silly. Well, with a little 'modification,' you can certainly change that. It's time for some fun.

“Pinkie, I've had a wonderful evening so far, but you know what would make it even better? A noun.”

“A noun?” Pinkie gives you an odd look. 

“Yes. It doesn't have to be something fancy. Whatever comes to mind will do.”

“You mean like pie?”

“You're still thinking about food?”

“What? It was good.”

You pull out a napkin and jot down 'pie'. “Yes, I know. I tasted it. Now how about another noun?”

“Another one? How many words do you need?”

You tap on your chin and do a little mental math. “Uh, about a dozen or so.”

Pinkie leans on the table and cocks her head at the napkin you're scribbling on. “What is this for?”

“You'll find out soon enough. Please bear with me, okay?”

“To speed this up, can I have a list?” She flutters her eyes.

Huh. You can't say no to that. “Uh, sure. You tap on your chin and think about every word you'd like to change. Then, you write out a list for her:



Noun: pie
Noun:
Adjective:
Adjective:
Verb Ending in 'ing':
Number:
Number:
Plural Noun:
Plural Part of the Body:
Adjective:
Adjective:
Noun that rhymes with Part of the Body (above):



She takes one look at it, nods, and scribbles in her entries. You glance it over and everything looks okay:



Noun: pie
Noun: napkin
Adjective: ginormous
Adjective: pink
Verb Ending in 'ing': sniffing
Number: -56
Number: 18.4
Plural Noun: yaks
Plural Part of the Body: wings
Adjective: loud
Adjective: hungry
Noun that rhymes with Part of the Body (above): silly strings



“Thanks, Pinkie. This is perfect. I now present to you your improved version of the first part of Cantering's Woo.

“The pie above can't match the depth of the napkin in your eyes.
Your voice is ginormous and pink, sniffing like negative fifty-six lullabies.
Eighteen point four yaks couldn't buy such lovely wings.
Your hair is loud and hungry, clear as beloved silly strings.”

Pinkie Pie cracks up and rolls on the floor laughing. “That was beautiful.”

“I'm glad you enjoyed it. The last pony I tried this with put down 'butt' for every entry. It didn't work so well.”

“No, I suppose that wouldn't.”

You slurp down the last of your lemonade. You're still hungry, but the diner's closing up. Well, it looks like your date's coming to an end as well. Pinkie picks herself up off the floor and you gaze into her eyes.

Kiss her, you fool!
Smile and thank her for a wonderful time.