“She could have been planning something,” Snare insisted, glaring as the pink pony hung up “sinister” banners, served “suspicious” pastries, and… uh... well, she did bring a cannon.
“Hey, I’m right with you there,” Nighteyes agreed, “You don’t just hurt somepony and expect them to be your best friend.”
“Are you two still acting all suspicious?” asked Thunderstruck, breaking away from the celebration that most ponies of the herd were enjoying.
“Why shouldn’t we be?” asked Snare.
Thunderstruck raised an eyebrow and hoofed over one of the pastries.
Taking a tentative bite, Snare froze.
“Fine. You win.”