Rainbow Dash knocked nervously at the door. It had been a day since the last incident, and she'd realised, by then, the fundamental horror of what she had narrowly avoided; she bore a cake, made by Pinkie Pie, and had Rarity teach her some Fancy to frost it with. She didn't actually know any Fancy, of course, but Twilight, of all ponies, would surely appreciate the effort she'd put into it.
In any case, Dash knew, Fancy was just the same words written weird.
The door creaked open a bit, showing Twilight's purple eyes. "Dash?" The eye opened wide.
"I'm really sorry for yesterday," the pegasus said rather sheepishly, looking down at her hooves. "I got you a cake. It's got fancy frosting and everything."
Twilight tried to conceal her joy at the pegasus' return, coughing slightly. "It's fine! There's no need for—" she stopped as her eyes drifted down to the cake; she tilted her head to the side a little, looked close at it, seemed to unravel the web of grammar within her head and wipe the gathered webbing from the part of her brain that reminded her exactly what language she was reading. Fancy, she decided, before her mind froze in terror. This entire process, to the outsider, would seem instantaneous.
She immediately shut the door as hard as she could. The door latched itself behind, and Dash could hear furniture being dragged to the door along with nails being slammed into the walls.
Dash was shocked, recoiling and barely managing to keep her hold on the cake. She looked down at it, squinting a bit. "'What's wrong with 'I'm having a Sorry Fair on the train for the fight, Big Mac'll be there'?
The answer came to her as clear as day. "Maybe she doesn't like stallions?" The thought made her smile, for in that moment she realised that she had a chance. Her mind decided then not to rebel against itself, letting her keep the very true and very ill-founded belief.
She went off whistling with that little comfort of a thought, holding the cake in one hoof while going. She'd wait until Twilight calmed down, remove the bit about Big Mac and then come back to invite her again; until then, she'd keep for her that wonderful cake that Pinkie Pie had made, the wondrous pink creation which had her improperly-conjugated little sentence in bright yellow lemon frosting:
[color= #C9C909] Je suis en train de faire sortie pour le viol!
ps. big mac irai
fin