"Why do we get gifts every year?" said Dinky. And thus began a rather strange and strained inquiry for Ruby Pinch, a sensible soul (so she thinks) in a world full of odd adults, bad feelings, and grinding days.
For her next school project, Dinky will pioneer a whole field of scientific study. She calls it a branch of friendship science. Derpy calls it cute. Golden Harvest is too busy to call it anything; organizing the harvest festival is chaotic enough.