Pyro reluctantly followed Pinkie Pie back to Sugar Cube Corner. This strange pink pony had kept her guessing since the moment they met. She was still following her, having nothing better to do. She eventually found herself in front of what she thought was a bakery, but couldn't smell very well through her mask. Then, the pony spoke up.
Pinkie: This is Sugar Cube Corner, where I live and work. It's owned by Mr. and Mrs. Cake.
At this point Pyro had had enough. She undid the zipper on the back of her mask and pulled it off. She let her hair flow out and go everywhere.
Pinkie: You're... A GIRL?!?!?!?!?
Pyro: That's right.
Pinkie: I never would have guessed, because all of your friends are boys.
Pyro: I've never even shown my face to them. In case others try to do stuff to me.
Pinkie: What stuff?
Pyro: ... Let's just say some humans are very messed up in the head.
Pinkie: Okay. Do you like parties?
Pyro: The only parties I like are those with fire.
Pinkie: Fire is dangerous.
Pyro: Fire is my life. Watch this. Know a safe spot where there's really no chance of these roofs catching fire?
Pinkie led Pyro to an open field, free of houses and other ponies.
Pyro: Good.
She puts her mask back on.
Pyro: Now watch this.
With a quick motion, Pyro started aiming her flamethrower in the air spreading fire like a beautiful party display. Pinkie Pie's eyes lit up, maybe from either excitement or the fire reflecting in her eyes.
Pinkie: That. Was the coolest thing ever!
Pyro: You like that? Watch this.
She fired her flare gun into the air. It landed on Pyro, displaying an amazing flame burst dispersion effect.
Pinkie: Okay, I stand corrected. THAT was the coolest thing ever.
Pyro: I also have an ax for close quarters. In case.
Pinkie: Cool. Ah! You can help at Sugar Cube Corner! You can bake the cookies when they're ready.
Pyro: I'm here, may as well.