Making Calls
Propeté the waitress now sat in her home, staring out a window. The young unicorn, had had a long day. She was tired, upset, and most of all sad. Today’s events hadn’t gone well at all.
This morning when she awoke up, she hadn’t expected one of her friends to be leaving town so suddenly, especially not like this.
That mare known as Rainbow Dash, the element of loyalty had really annoyed the Pranch unicorn, but what’s done is done. There was nothing that could be done about it now, Spike was gone. And Rainbow Dash had gone back home, she didn’t know what happened to the pegasus mare after her, Double Serving and Etiquette left, they did however see a few other familiar ponies trotting past them as they were leaving.
Propeté however didn’t care to think about that right now. She simply just stared out at the starry skies.
It was late outside right now. The moon high up, shining moonlight everywhere only made the unicorn wonder what Spike was doing, not only that but the unicorn also wondered what Lavish Dish would say when she would tell him later today or maybe in the morning and give him the news of what had happened to Spike.
She sighed, it was sad really. When Spike had first joined Serve & Dine, she had obviously deemed him a child that had no real experience on the real world. Whether he was one of the ones that helped save Equestria or not, Serve & Dine was a business. So in all honesty she hadn’t expected much from Spike in the beginning.
A small smile crossed her lips, reflecting back at her on the glass of her windows, “Hmph, was I wrong about zat.”
Granted, Propeté wasn’t from around other neighboring countries in Equestria. She was born in Prance, and had only come to Baltimare about three months prior to Spike’s arrival at the restaurant. She only knew of the things that happened in Equestria thanks to the Equestrian Daily, and that was it.
Unlike Ponyville, Propeté had never had the unfortunate luxury of getting to know danger first hand. Prance was a fairly safe place, and the only real dangers they had experienced was when Nightmare Moon returned, Discord came back and Tirek’s escape. Aside from that the country hadn’t faced many dangers at all.
So the few things she had heard about the mane six and their dragon assistant wasn’t a lot compared to the countries that were more in closer boundaries with Ponyville and Canterlot.
Taking a few more seconds to stare outside Propeté took in the peaceful silence of the night, before sighing once more. Her mind was full of concerns. For Spike, for the restaurant, for her co-workers.
When she came to Baltimare she had only done it to gain a first hand experience of the type of business she would be inheriting. Etat de Propeté in Pranch meant “Clean Condition”, and her father’s company was meant to stay that way. In a clean condition.
Clearing her head of these thoughts the Pranch mare rose from her french styled windows, and moved to get some tea. She didn’t think she would be sleeping that well tonight.
“I just hope when I tell Lavish Dish ze news he will not be too upset” she said with some concern. Making her way to the kitchen Propeté opened the fridge with her magic and allowed a slice of cake to float out. A plate, and silver fine cutlery floated out as well, along with a cup, a tea set, and a her coffee jug that contained water waiting to be boiled, all floated about to the designated areas the Pranch mare wanted them to go. A logo on the tea set caught the mare’s eye momentarily as it floated by her.
She gave the logo that she had come to know since a filly a small glance then mundanely looked away from it, turning her attention back to what she really wanted right now. A steaming cup of green tea to make her troubles melt away.
Just as the mare had set the jug within its device so that it may begin to boil, her ears perked up as she heard a gentle yet loud knock on her door. The tea set that had been suspended in her magic clattered onto the table it was floating over with a loud clang. Nothing breaking but the sound was loud enough to startle the mare for a brief second.
Carefully Propeté lifted everything back into place, her horn dying out in the process as she then glanced over at the cabinet door she had held in her magic around the time the knock had occurred. It hung loosely on one of its hinges.
The mare groaned, and almost wanted to curse. Spike leaving had done enough to upset her for today, she didn’t need her home getting ruined along with her day.
Knock Knock.
“Ugh! I’m coming, give me a few zeconds!” she called clearing out any form of annoyance this as she spoke. Turning her attention back to the cabinet door the mare’s horn glowed a light purple color.
The white door was lifted up slightly into the air as its hinges were fixed, before they clamped back onto the door. Propeté swung the door gently with her magic to make sure it was fixed. All the while, she ignored the same logo that was on the interior design of the shelf that had also been on her tea set. With the door fixed, Propeté turned her attention to the front door again. Just in the nick of time as well, whoever was there had now continued to knock for the past five seconds and it was really getting on her already well spent nerves.
Cantering over out of the kitchen, the mare looked at the time on her clock and frowned deeply. It read it was 10:39 p.m. “Who could be knocking at zis hour?” she asked with annoyance, as she moved towards the door.
As Propeté grew closer to the door, so did the knocking grow louder, till finally the mare couldn’t take the annoying racket anymore. “Arrêter cette insolence à la fois!” she yelled from behind the door.
The pounding stopped instantly. Then a voice spoke to her. One that she hadn’t expected to talk to her at this particular time. At least not after everything that had happened, back at the station and all.
“Double Serving?” the unicorn asked in a confounded voice. “What are you doing ‘ere?” the door slowly swung open as Propeté stared at the stallion without his Serve & Dine uniform. From the looks of it, Propeté could tell he had headed home and showered before coming over.
“May I come in?” Double Serving asked. “It’s kind of late and I’d prefer we not talk out in the open like this.”
Propeté, the waitress, and heir to Squeaky Clean Corporations looked at the stallion standing in her doorway for a few seconds before she heard the humming out of her boiling water make itself well known that the hot water was ready for making tea.
For a few seconds Propeté didn’t say anything. She merely just looked at the cherry stallion before coming out of her daze as the whistling sound grew louder and louder by the second.
“Yes...” she said absentmindedly “yes come in, please ‘ave a seat. I’ll go make us some tea.”
Sitting on a frilly cushion made of fine silk, were two equines in Propeté’s hall. Adjacent to them, a large bay window that displayed the streets of Baltimare and the starry skies that cake the night above. And adjacent to that window and it’s audience was a rather large painting, displaying Princess Celestia and Luna in all their glory.
Both equines sat silently. Neither had said more than a “Thank you” that came from Double after his tea had been brought to him.
In all honesty this was the second time Double Serving had been to this place. Anyone that passed through Neittril street could tell you Propeté’s home was quite large. One could easily get lost in these halls if they were not careful, yet it always seemed somewhat strange to Double that the mare never bothered to get hired help to keep this place tidy.
Don’t misunderstand. The apricot orange mare knew very well just how to keep her home nice and clean. It would be a surprise to the stallion if the mare destined to inherit Squeaky Clean Corps was not as tidy as the chain of industries were with their products.
Nevertheless it was still somewhat surprising. Double Serving had worked for Lavish Dish for eight months, meeting Propeté half-way through then eventually meeting Spike later on and continuing through the seventh and nearly eight had the little guy stayed for another week or two.
At this thought the stallion sighed. When Spike had heard that this week would mark the cherry stallion’s eight month working here (which was a good feat to pull since most that worked for Lavish Dish ended up quitting because of his connections getting them better positions or fired because they did not meet his standards) the young drake had decided he would throw a party for him when the time came.
Initially this had rubbed off as a bit weird to the stallion. Sure Spike was one of the creatures that saved Equestria and yes the whole world on numerous occasions but that didn’t mean just because he was grateful and appreciative the little guy had to go acting all buddy buddy with him.
Double Serving took a sip of his tea as he recalled how he and the others had originally thought Spike was too young to be working in a well established restaurant like Serve & Dine, even with his status they felt it was still no excuse. They had all worked hard- countless trials and errors to get or even land a job here at this well known restaurant, so it was no surprise that he felt jealous when Spike was suddenly given a position as a regular chef then a week later bounced up to sous chef.
In fact he was downright furious.
But when Spike had later heard that this would mark the stallion’s eighth month working in this establishment, the stallion couldn’t help but smile as he recalled the way the young drake’s eyes glinted with what looked like pride or inspiration.
Then there was Spike’s cooking skills. Dear Celestia he had never had a hay burger that made his mouth water the way Spike’s did.
Suddenly feeling quite thirsty Double Serving took another sip from his cup, leaning his head in and lapping up the green tea with its sweet yet slightly bitter taste relaxing him a bit.
Glancing across from him he looked at his friend, Propeté who delicately levitated her cup to her lips and sipped like one were in the presence of royalty.
Another small smile crossed the earth pony’s lips as he stared at her. She wasn’t looking at him but that was fine. He just found it funny how she tended to behave so differently when at work and with friends or those close to her.
Another thought popped into Double Serving’s head as he recalled when he had asked Spike why he would go to the trouble of throwing a party for a stranger when he had just started working there.
The words Spike had told him put a wide grin on his face. Licking his lips as he smile beamed Double Serving noticed those violet eyes of his friend staring right at him.
Double chuckled lightly with a raised brow as he finished off the rest of his tea. “There something wrong?”
“I do not know. You ‘ave been staring for quite some time now so why don’t vou tell me?” the mare responded.
Double simply shrugged his slightly cocky expression still live. “Nothing just recalling some things Spike did when we were still getting used to him working there.”
Propeté smiled. “Yes, he was quite the help after Monsieur Sweet Tart left no?”
Double nodded. “Yeah, he was pretty unique in the kitchen that Spike.” A sad smile crossed the stallion’s face. “And he has a great personality, I hope wherever he goes next sees he does well there as he did here. Luna knows I’d buck a pony where it counts if that hurt that kid. Came close to doing it to Rainbow Dash back at the station” he said with a bit of sourness.
Propeté merely frowned at the statement. “Yes, zat was why I suggested we leave before you attempted to start something I know we could not win. Spike was leaving, zere was nothing we could do as long as he felt his own better judgement was getting threatened.” A light clunk sounded as Propeté placed the teacup in her grasp back on its miniscule plate.
“And although it disappoints me to see him gone I’m sure we’ll hear from him soon enough. After all he knows how to message us, zere is nothing to worry about” Propeté said but the slight waver in her voice said otherwise.
Double Serving didn’t respond. He knew that was a lie, but he didn’t want to call her out on it. Angering a mare like Etat de Propeté was the last thing any stallion in their right mind would want to do. Financial influence aside, the mare had been brought up by very well educated unicorns that had been taught in Princess Celestia’s Academy for the Gifted and she knew her spells.
Double snorted as he remembered how Spike had pranked some of the waiters and waitresses one night during closing by having Sunny Side-Up, one of the product supervisors for Serve & Dine conjure up fake cockroaches and have them move around scaring the living daylights out of them by appearing in the most random places.
As if reading the stallion’s mind Propeté took the spoon she used for sugar cubes and gently tapped his forehead with it. This only made Double laugh instead of stifle his amusement.
“Hey you had to admit the guy had a great sense of humor. He had all of us laughing when he came inside sitting on Sunny Side’s back with a wicked grin then telling the unicorn to cut off his magic. Bon Appétit himself, the uptight guy was chuckling when he came out and saw us worrying.” Double said with a gentle and playful tap on the mare’s shoulder.
Propeté merely rolled her eyes with a slight smile of her own. “Zere was ze prank he pulled on last week I found hilarious.”
To this Double’s grin disappeared instantly. “Pretending to fire me because I mixed up five orders was not funny. I nearly had a heart attack that day” he stated with some annoyance.
Propeté shrugged the comment away. “I thought it was funny” she said turning her nose to Double only to peak at him through a slightly open eye and small hint of a smile.
Double Serving shook his head then merely laughed. “Well I’m glad you’re feeling a bit better” he said once he had stopped chuckling.
Propeté raised a brow in response. “Did you come ‘ere to just check on me?” There was some surprise in her voice.
Double shuffled on his seat a bit, feeling a little awkward. Propeté was the kind of mare he took to be strong and resilient, he didn’t want to say it when she had opened the door flat out if she was alright or needed comforting. A lot of mares found that sweet yet annoying, he didn’t want to be one of those guys.
Propeté smiled warmly at the stallion. Thankful for his thoughtfulness and keeping in mind to remember it she rose with the empty teacups and retreated to the kitchen. A second later two plates with cake on them floated over to the table and the mare returned with a fork for herself.
“Zank you for your concern Double, but I am fine now. I didn’t expect company but I’m glad you came to visit regardless” Propeté replied still smiling.
Double smiled in return. Glad he was able to do something good to at least lighten up today after all that had transpired.
The two began digging into their desert, the moonlight outside providing a rather warm feeling as the stars twinkled light years away.
“So...I- what do you think is going to happen now? You know with Spike gone and everything. It’s not like customers will stop coming it’s just you know, we may not see our regulars again for a while” Double said.
Propeté’s left ear twitched slightly at his words but she knew he was right. When Spike was here he had made many connections with the customers and citizens of Baltimare. Being a sous chef was a lot of responsibility.
Sous chefs were tasked with managing the kitchen, watching the other chefs and making sure orders were met precisely and accurately, assuring that products were in stock in case they had surprise inspections or private dining they needed to set up. As well as making sure the staff worked properly and cooperated well with each other.
With all this taken into account Propeté had to admit she was still a bit amazed, impressed that Spike had been able to keep up with all the work load, but then again she had heard through the grapevine when Spike worked there the young drake was the assistant of the Element of Magic. And the customer, who if Propeté was right, went by the name Carrot Top.
Carrot Top had told her once that Spike was constantly running errands for Twilight, and given the rumors of Princess Twilight’s study habits, it made a lot more sense just exactly why Spike was able to handle all the work he did.
If it was any consolation despite all the work Spike had, he always maintained a friendly disposition even when they were crammed with work on certain days. Being a sous chef meant Spike had to look over not just the kitchen staff but the service staff as well. Orders being prepared aside Spike was also in charge of checking on customers from time to time. It was one of the reasons many liked him so much. Even when filled with work Spike always tried to stay friendly, working with Twilight and the others had taught him a lot about that. That and being patient.
Traces of a smile crossed over Propeté muzzle as she bit into the last pieces of her cake and placed the fork down gently.
Double Serving waited patiently. Not bothering to repeat his question a second time he allowed his friend to contemplate the question as he busied himself with his own cake. Minutes passed by as the two ate in silence, occasionally staring out the window to gaze at the stars Luna had so well organized for the night.
“I am sure we will be fine” Propeté said after she had stared at the night for a good few minutes. “Spike will be missed, but I’m sure we will manage without ‘im. I suppose Bon Appétit will be taking Spike’s place in ze meantime though.”
Licking the chocolate frosting off his lips, Double Serving cocked a brow. “That’s understandable. Bon Appétit did work with Spike mostly when we were packed or on a tight schedule, but does Mr. Dish know yet?” he asked.
A loud clatter resounded throughout the large and decorated halls of Propeté’s home. Double Serving slightly taken aback by the sudden reaction stood from his seat and looked to his friend with concern.
Currently standing frozen, Propeté’s mouth hung open as she realized that with all the time she had spent talking to Double Serving, worrying about the restaurant and Spike, she had forgotten to call or even send him a letter.
A wave of nervousness flew over the mare as she quickly began pacing trying to figure out how fast she could get a letter down and have it sent to Lavish Dish by morning.
Then all of a sudden she stopped. Double Serving watched on with confusion, not sure what was happening anymore.
“Quick Double, what time is zit?” as the question was asked a purple glow emanated from her horn as she moved towards her living room.
“Uhh, um” he looked around but not a single clock was in sight. “I’m not sure why?” he asked.
“I ‘ave not informed Monsieur Lavish Dish of what has happened today. He must know immediately, perhaps he could even get Spike another job wherever he ends up at his next destination” she explained as the two entered her living room.
“But Prop, we don’t know where that train was headed. Spike could be anywhere in Equestria right now.”
“I know ze place the train was headed. Or at least ze two places it was scheduled to go to” she said with a hint of a Pranch mare’s confidence. A quill, ink container, and parchment floated down from the second floor and landed on the table Propeté was heading towards.
“And what would those two places be?” Double Serving inquired as he watched his friend quickly take a seat in front of her desk and begin scribbling away quickly with her quill.
“One was Manehattan, ze other was ze Crystal Empire. You remember Princess Cadenza’s wedding to Princess Twilight and also Spike’s brother?”
“Yes but how does-- oh” he said now understanding what she was getting at.
“Oui. He might go zere and if he doesn’t zen he may be at Manehattan. Either way I am telling Monsieur Lavish Dish to make sure his contacts know that they keep an eye out for Spike in case he needs help financially. I would help him myself but...” her eyes glanced over to one of the pranch doors she had custom made for her kitchen that held her cutiemark on it: A gold and silver featherduster.
A small frown crossed her face. She hated how she could not help Spike in his current situation, but not even she was willing to go back to him yet. Even for Spike, not now, not yet.
“Hey” Double’s voice said, softly coaxing Propeté out of her thoughts she felt a fetlock place itself around her withers. “It’ll be alright. He’ll be fine. He’s a tough dragon after all and Bon Appétit, you know him, he’s a hardworker. Let’s just get this letter written and send it straight to the boss alright?” the cherry stallion added a smile as he finished for good measure.
Propeté looked at Double Serving for a few seconds, then smiled at him warmly. “Zank you” she said planting a small kiss just above his nose.
Ignoring the brighter shade of red the stallion turned into as Propeté finished the letter and tied it up, she rose from her seat and pushed off towards the door. Double Serving still stood where she last left him slightly dazed.
“Ahem” she said loudly, the earth pony jumped and looked around.
“Wha- huh?”
“Are you coming or not?” Propeté asked with a small grin to boot.
Double Serving blinked once, twice, then a third time. “Yeah, yeah let’s hurry.” He glanced at the clock behind him before going after Propeté. “We’ll need to run the post office closes at 11:45.”
“What time is zit now?” she asked as he closed the door behind him.
“11:36.”
Trottingham; Little Meadows.
Time: 2:45p.m.
Another day, another chance to get all that paperwork completed. Lavish Dish sat in his office at Little Meadows near Breezy street working hard to get rid of all the paperwork he needed to get done. Running multiple businesses meant he had to keep up on the costs and expenses that went into his restaurants. The one doing especially well so far was Serve & Dine.
A wide grin crossed Lavish’s muzzle. Back when he had been visiting his business to see how things were going after Sweet Tart left he hadn’t expected to hire a baby dragon. But back then those two months ago he hadn’t expected to find such a whelp so vigorous with the desire to prove his worth.
It made him smile, sent him back on a memory trip to the days of his youth as a colt when he had been testing himself to achieve his own goals of becoming a proud restaurant owner.
And proud he was.
Here he was managing several businesses across Equestria. One being a cake store in Canterlot that he had heard Princess Celestia, one of the rulers of their faire nation, attended quite a lot. It filled the unicorn with pride knowing that his efforts had gotten him so far and he hoped Spike did well with the position he had given.
The smirk on Lavish’s face grew as he looked through the numbers. “I love that dragon.”
“Sir” said a stallion. Lavish Dish looked up from his papers and stared at a sky blue pegasus standing in front of his doorway. “There’s some mail here for you.”
Lavish Dish nodded and adjusted his necktie, running a hoof through his mane he gestured for his secretary to come inside with the mail.
“Thank you Quickline, please don’t hesitate to let me know if anything else requires my attention.” The pegasus nodded after handing his superior the mail before leaving the office and heading back to his position, silently closing the door.
Once alone Lavish Dish opened up the parchment he had received and began reading the letter.
The signature grin Lavish Dish wore slowly faded as he continued to read the letter from Propeté a mare who’s father was paying him a hefty sum to make sure his daughter was well attended to. Of course though all the bits Lavish received went straight to Propeté.
If there was one thing Lavish wouldn’t ever be for as long as he lived, it was a sellout.
Continuing to read the letter to the end Lavish reread it one more time to make sure what he was reading was true.
Everything was on here. How Spike had practically been chased out by Rainbow Dash, the Element of Loyalty, and was either on his way to Manehattan or the Crystal Empire. Propeté in her letter had given him everything. The details of the chase to the end. Now she was suggesting he make Bon Appétit was his Chef de Parté. Basically a chef in charge of a different section of the kitchen. Assigning him the position as Sous Chef wouldn’t be hard but he’d need to talk to the stallion first and reassign somepony to his position.
The thing that bothered him was Spike. Lavish’s brows furrowed as he read the last bit in the message he had missed.
P.S.
“Although Spike is gone Monsieur, I ‘ave a suggestion. Or I suppose more of a request zen a suggestion. Since you now know one of either two locations Spike may be heading to I would appreciate it greatly if you could talk to one of your connections to see zat Spike is well looked after.
You know as well as I zat I do not like using my status often or at all. Ponies tend to treat you differently when they find out you come from a rich a wealthy family. But if you do not I will ‘ave no choice but to go through my own connections to see to it zat my friend is looked after.
Zank you for reading Monsieur. I mean no insult to your knowledge as a business man. But as my mama once told my father before their separation, “It is only business dear.”
Sincerely Yours,
Etat de Propeté. Heir to Squeaky Clean Corps.”
Lavish Dish felt a slight flicker of fury spike within him at the letter, but he calmed down rather quickly after taking everything into account Propeté’s position on the matter.
A loud sigh escaped his lips. “Great. The dragon that was making me more dough than Princess Celestia on her birthday is gone.” Lavish lifted a toe to his temple and rubbed it in a circular motion.
“Just when today was getting good.” A second later, the table shook as Lavish’s business phone rang.
Phones were rare in Equestria. Rarely any had them, only a few very well established businesses used them, and even then they were only ever used for making orders or reservations and that was it. Most messaging was still the same; a quill and paper.
Leaning towards the phone Lavish Dish’s horn glowed and lifted the device towards his ear. He had expecting this call all day. And now was not the best time.
“Hello?” he said trying to sound anything but irritated.
“Lavish Dish. How are you?”
“I’m fine” he replied.
“You don’t sound fine” the speaker said gently.
Lavish sighed, easing out some of his frustration with his breath. “You’re right I- Apologies. It’s just...everything was going well and then I got a letter that slightly upset me.”
The pony on the other line remained silent. A few seconds of silence passed before the speaker spoke again in a softer tone. “What happened?”
Lavish Dish bit his lip. “I don’t think-”
“Lavish Dish, what happened?” the speaker repeated, the tone was still soft but a bit firmer now and the change of tone made his ear twitch. He winced internally as he took in another breath to speak.
“It’s about Spike. It seems he’s left my business, I’m sorry I was going to check on him and the others yesterday but...I got sidetracked with work and other matters I needed to attend to I-”
“It’s alright Lavish” the voice cooed. “I understand. Don’t worry, I’m not upset. Just tell me what happened.”
Feeling a bit better. Actually a lot better, Lavish Dish sighed heavily once more like a heavy weight had been taken off his chest. It was there he explained what happened based off what Propeté had told him in the letter on his desk. When he finally finished explaining the situation and what had happened, Lavish waited patiently for the other pony on the line to speak.
But they did not.
Silence went on for quite some time. Milliseconds to seconds and those to minutes. Each time the clock ticked, Lavish Dish felt a bit uncomfortable about this and felt like he should end the conversation now.
Finally when Lavish was about to put an end to it all the pony on other line spoke. “I see. Rainbow Dash chased him all the way to the train station huh?”
Lavish shuffled in his seat. “Yes, that is er correct.”
The voice sighed. “I suppose it was only a matter of time. What of his position? I hope it will not affect your business in anyway since I was the one who asked you to do this for me to begin with and give him that position anyway.”
Sitting up straight and shaking his head Lavish Dish protested. “No, no, no. Don’t worry about it. I was wary of moving Spike to the position of a sous chef myself but after the comments my customers gave on his cooking I decided to comply with your wishes. I wouldn’t have done it if it would affect my business so don’t worry about that. Everything will be fine in regards to Spike’s position. I’ll have one of his co-workers take his place in the meantime.”
A satisfied exhale came from the other line. “Good, I’m glad to hear that. And what of Spike, any news from the daughter of Nice n’ Tidy?”
“You mean Propeté? She has informed me in her letter that Spike might be heading off to the Crystal Empire or Manehattan. She has suggested or rather heavily implied I make sure he is taken care of.” He paused for a brief second before continuing. “I suppose you would like me to do so as well?”
“Honestly, yes. But I know you have your own duties to attend to. I will not ask more if you do not have the time to spend or the necessary resources to do it.”
To this Lavish laughed. “I assure you, I am well capable of helping one of my best chefs in my line of business. I’ll see what I can do” he said with a smile.
“Thank you” the voice said. Lavish Dish could practically feel her smile through the receiver. “I appreciate everything you’ve done so far Lavish Dish. I’ll inform Princess Cadence and let her know to keep an eye out for my baby dragon.”
Lavish Dish smiled warmly. “It isn’t a problem. Anything to help you out Princess.”
The Princess smiled on the other end of her receiver as she looked out over her town, her city. “Your services are greatly appreciated, keep up the good work Dish.”
A small chuckle came from the princess’ receiver. “Thank you Your Majesty. I’ll get to work and see if any my connections can do anything for Spike. Goodbye, Your Highness.”
“Goodbye.” The line was cut and the Princess placed the line on its hook mechanism. A sigh escaped her lips as she levitated a quill and ink bottle to begin her letter to Cadence.
“I hope you’re doing well out there Spike. You have all of us worried about you” the princess said silently as she began scribbling away.