Twilight wasn’t sure how she ended up on her back, but on her back she was. She blinked a few times, clearing her vision, before looking around. Letters lay all around her. She stood, seeing a grey coated pony with a blonde mane scrambling to pick up the letters and pacages that littered the ground around them.
“I’m sorry, Derpy,” she said, helping gather the mail. “I wasn’t looking at where I was going at all. Is there a certain way this was organized?”
“There is, but if you can just pile them all up, I’ll fix it.” Derpy was gathering the letters in her wings, looking through them and shaking her head. “I really messed up this time. Speedy is going to kill me.”
Twilight took a step toward her, biting her lip. “Maybe if I explained that it was my fault—“
Derpy shook her head, cutting Twilight off. “Thanks but that isn’t going to do much. He hates that he’s has to adjust my schedule to fit with my weather team job.”
Her ears perked up, Twilight walked along with Derpy. “Well, it can’t hurt anything. Umm, can I ask you a personal question?”
Derpy chuckled. “I was wondering how long it would take you to ask. My eyes do what they do because I have a medical condition called—“
“What? No, that wasn’t what I was going to ask. I was just wondering…I mean, I’m not saying it’s a bad thing, but why do you have two jobs?”
Derpy’s brow wrinkled in confusion. “What do you mean? I have bills to pay and a kid to take care of.”
“I know that. But—“
Derpy stopped and turned toward Twilight. “You really don’t understand, do you? I have bills to pay. Food to buy. School supplies and medical for me and Dinky. Magic lessons to pay for. It all takes bits, which I don’t have a lot of.”
Now it was Twilights turn to looked confused. “But one job should be enough. It is for everyone I know.”
Chucking, Derpy shook her head. “Twilight, you’re a really good pony, and I know that you really don’t understand this. Listen, Rarity sells dresses and fancy clothes to high-end clients to pay thousands of bits, and her dad is a wealthy wheat baron. Applejack lives on an old, successful farm. Sure, money gets tight with them sometimes, but they’ve always got this or that to get them out of that situation quickly.” Derpy held up a hoof as Twilight opened her mouth to protest. “Pinkie Pie works for the same hourly wage I do, but her employers love her so much she’s family. I don’t think she buys anything she needs, like food. All of your friends make a lot more money than I do, Twilight. I know ponies that have three or even four jobs just to stay afloat.”
Twilight sat, shaking her head. “That isn’t fair. That isn’t even fair. You shouldn’t have to have two jobs. Someone should do something about it.” Eyes widening, she stood. “I should do something about it. I’m a Princess now.” Twilight took a step toward Derpy, smiling. “I’m going to fix this. I promise.”