I slowly back out of the room and walk into the kitchen, where Twilight was cracking an egg into a bowl.
“Um…Twilight?” I slowly say.
She looks up at me “Yes? What’s wrong?” she asks, seeing my expression.
“I don’t mean to alarm you, but… there’s a dragon in Spike’s room.”
She laughs and says, “Don’t worry, that ‘dragon’ is Spike.”
I sigh with relief. “You should have warned me!”
“Should have warned you what?” asked Spike, as he lumbered into the kitchen.
“I'm sorta new here, and didn’t realize that Twilight had a dragon living in her home”
Spike chuckled, “Ah, ok then.” He walked over to the cabinet, reached in, and pulled out a large gemstone I recognized as turquoise. He sat down at the table.
I asked, “What do you do with all those crystals? They’re everywhere!”
He looks at me, and replies, “I eat them.”
I grin, “Seriously? Lemmie guess, Fruity Pebbles? Cinnabar Toast Crunch?”
He chuckles, “At least I get enough vitamins and minerals.”
I laugh, “What’s your favorite music, rock and roll?”
He deadpans. “No, the Rolling Stones”
We try to hold it in, but fail miserably. We bust out laughing, as Twilight says, “Alright boys, that was terrible.”
I reply, “Have we hit rock bottom yet?”
Twilight threw her hooves up in defeat.