The mare, Starlight Glimmer, and the dragon, Spike, sat down at the table outside. The both considered what they wanted. “I wonder if they have gems to sprinkle on top,” Spike pondered.
“I doubt it. They never do. It’s a real shame.”
“Hey, I’ll ask anyway. It’s like Ponscal’s Wager, you know? If I don’t ask and they did have gems, then I’ll have to suffer an eternity knowing that I never got gems that one time. Because I’m a dragon. And dragons are immortal.”
“That’s reasonable… I guess. It’s also a little depressing, but... I think I’ll get cookies and cream cone.”
“Really? That’s a little boring.”
“Spike, if I’m paying then I will get cookies and cream if I want cookies and cream.”
“Okay, sheesh, I was just joking.”
“You don’t joke about ice cream,” Starlight glared.
Spike laughed.
The two sat whilst Spike picked over his menu, announcing his satisfaction at some of the items and confusion on which one to get. Eventually, he decided.
Pinkie Pie came over and took the couple’s order.
“Woah, woah, we aren’t a couple. Stop.”
It’s just a phrase to spice up the language in the story. It’s a figure of speech.
“Yeah, well, I don’t like it.”
“I don’t like it either. It’s a little creepy. And by a little I mean that it’s a lot creepy. I’m a mare and he’s a child. Like really.”
God, fine. This fourth wall break is going to be really awkward and is going to make people stop reading the story. See what you did? This is your fault. There, right there, we already lost ten people.
Pinkie Pie came over and took the duo’s order. Starlight ordered her cookies and cream and Spike ordered a chocolate sundae, remembering to ask for gems.
The two ate in silence for a while before Starlight simply became too curious. “Okay, I know I’m going to regret this.”
“Regret what?”
“What did you mean when you said ‘I’ve already seen it’?”
“What?”
“...Earlier… in the castle…” Starlight said, trying to remain as vague as possible.
“You mean…?”
“Yes! I probably do mean what you’re thinking!”
“Well.”
“Well what?”
“Most ponies don’t wear clothes.”
Starlight stared at him in awe, as if the messiah were sitting in front of her eating a chocolate sundae.
“What?”
“I… I don’t know what to say.”
“You know, most dragons think it’s pretty gross.”
“Think what’s—You know what, I’m eating. I don’t want to hear about this.”
“But it’s just—”
“Ahah! Yeah, I don’t want to hear about it. Please.”
“Fine.”