Dinner, Daniel, and Denial
Starlight used to pity humans.
The Nightmother of their world had been rather stingy when it came to blessings: no magic, no natural strength, no wings, not even coats! There were times when she used to wonder just how they’d managed to survive, flourish even, without the things that most ponies took for granted.
As she learned more about the strange primates, she realized that humans didn’t need pity. They may not have had magic or wings, but they had something even better: a talent for invention. With their wonderful tools, they could build chariots that could fly higher and faster than any pegasus, cannons that could turn the strongest castle to rubble, even mechanical worms that could bore their way through mountains. It was no wonder that they were the dominant species on their world.
However, there were times when she wondered if it was possible to be too inventive. Once, she’d read the story of a human stallion who flew close to the sun, carried by wax wings, only to have them melt and send him falling to the earth. The more she’d pondered on it, the more she’d realized that story spoke of humanity as a whole.
“Damn it,” Starlight’s dinner companion cursed, pecking at the glowing tablet in his hands.
Case in point.
“Daniel?” Starlight growled.
The human held up a palm. “One second.” Her companion tapped something on the screen, then slammed a fist on the table, making the silverware rattle. ”Dammit!” he growled, his finger pecking at the screen like a hen at grain. “Send the message. That’s all you need to do. Just send one miserable little…”
“Daniel! Stop right now, ”Starlight shouted at him, using the voice she normally reserved for her son when she caught him chewing on the furniture. That little unicorn could be a handful.
Restaurant goers were beginning to take note of the nearby commotion, some openly stared while others whispered and caught quick glances. Starlight ignored them; if they found their companions so boring, then let them stare.
For a moment, the human was freed from his technological trance. He looked up. “Sorry, Star,” he said, holding up a hand. ”Just give me one second. I need to send this.” His eyes turned back to the cyclopean gaze of his master, falling back under its spell.
Starlight gave a low hiss. Back in her home country of Letyucha, such a brazen act of poor manners would’ve socially obligated her to crush the infernal device beneath her hoof. In some dens, it would have been grounds for a duel, or even war.
In Canterlot, it was just rude.
Starlight sighed and returned to her meal. She gripped the two wooden sticks by her plate—Daniel had called them “chop sticks”— with her wrists and tried to pick up some of the noodles on her plate. After several failed attempts she gave up and went back to using a fork.
Popping some more noodles into her mouth Starlight let out an appreciative murmur, licking the sweet and sour sauce off her jet-black lips. They certainly didn’t have food like this back in Letyucha. There was no bitter aftertaste, no thick rinds, and no coarseness, just flavor.
With her dinner companion under the spell of his electronic overlord, Starlight passed the time by looking around the restaurant. With the huge demand for human products and services, businesses like it were popping up all over Canterlot. The restaurant smelled of cooking oil and spices, with a hint of barely-dried paint. Stylized gold dragons were carved into the walls, while jade lions guarded the entrance to nearly every doorway. The restaurant was staffed by a mix of human and pony waiters, who dashed back and forth between tables and the kitchen like worker ants.
With a final flourish, Daniel tapped his phone one last time, then tucked it away into the pocket of his coat. “Really sorry about that Star,” he said, smoothing down his salt-and pepper hair. “Modern conveniences my hairy human ass,” he muttered under his breath.
Starlight rolled her eyes and groaned. “Must you take your work with you everywhere?”
Ever since she’d started working at the Human embassy some four months ago, Starlight had noticed something odd about Daniel’s culture: its total obsession with work. It seemed that everywhere she looked, she’d see a human checking those strange little tablets—what Daniel had called “Eye-Phones”. While Daniel claimed that the devices could be used for recreational purposes, she had a hard time believing that humans would be that invested in an expensive toy.
Then again, there was still a lot she didn’t know about humans.
Daniel rubbed his temples. “I don’t have a choice. With that big conference coming up, I have to stay in contact twenty-four seven.” He pulled at a strand of hair. “I swear, I’m gonna be completely grey by the time this is done.”
Starlight raised an eyebrow. “If this conference is stressing you so much, can you not take a vacation? I am certain that the princesses would not mind if you, how do you say, took a break?”
“Starlight, in my job, there’s no such thing as a break,” Daniel said with a wry smile. “No matter how far I go, no matter how much fun I’m having, there'll always be that little voice in my head telling me that there’s still work to do back at the office.”
“I am knowing the feeling,” Starlight said. “When my Denfather was educating me, it seemed that I could never escape my studies. Mathematical problems appeared every which way I looked. Every cloud in the sky, when I looked at them, was turned into a diagram of troop movements during the Griffonic Wars. ”
“My senior year in a nutshell.” Daniel said with a chuckle.
Starlight nodded. “Since we are speaking about stress, why are humans stallions so, what is the word, ‘worked up’ about grey hair?”
Daniel sighed. “Because it’s a sign that we’re getting old.” He ran a hand through his hair, a grimace on his face. “When you get your first grey hair, you know that the best years of your life are gone, and your slow, steady slide into old age has begun.”
Starlight couldn’t help but scoff at the melodrama of Daniel’s comment. Ever since they met about six months ago, the human had a talent for making everything seem like some horrible burden.
“Not so in my country. In Letyucha, a greying mane is a sign of great wisdom. It is a sign that one had survived much, and has overcome all obstacles that life has put in their way.” She gave a sly wink, hoping to coax out a smile from her companion. “It is also considered very handsome.”
Daniel gave a half smile. “Handsome, huh?” He chuckled. “If that’s the case, I’d be a real hunk in your country, huh?”
“Yes you are—” Starlight stopped in mid-sentence. Are? Why had she said are? “Would, I mean yes you would very much be a hunk there.” Starlight laughed, it sounding hollow even to her own ears. She felt an urgent need to change the subject. Now. “So, your food, how are you liking it?”
“It’s good.” Daniel lifted a piece of sauce-slathered chicken with those “chopsticks” and popped it into his mouth. “It’s been a while since I’ve had actual Chinese food.”
As her human companion ate, Starlight found her eyes wandering down to his hands, watching every small twitch and movement in fascination The first time she’d seen a human, those appendages had revolted her; so pale and spindly, like five-legged spiders. Now, she envied them.
She wondered what it would be like to have them in her everyday life, how easy it would be to write a letter or to clean a room. Even fixing her mane in the mornings would be remarkably easy. The thought was so palpable it made her shiver; a soft hand combing through her mane, before its fingertips brushed down her side, running across her leathery wings, only pausing briefly before it continued its journey....
“So, Star. What do you think of this place?” Daniel asked, bringing her daydream to a screeching hault. Starlight took a shuddering breath, a light blush playing over her cheeks. Bad thoughts. Very bad thoughts.
“It is a nice place,” Star hastily murmured, before taking a long draught of water to cool herself down. She prayed to the Nightmother that Daniel hadn’t noticed her odd behavior. “It reminds me of time when my Denfather made me accompany him on a business trip to Chineigh.”
“What was that like?” Daniel asked.
Starlight slumped into her seat, feeling her muscles unclench. “It was, in some ways, very similar to this little meal.” She snorted, a smirk playing across her face. “The Empress and my Denfather talked business while I sat there, ignored.”
“Sorry...” Daniel hung his head.
Starlight chittered. “Tis alright. Just do not do it again.” She continued. “The big difference between that meal and our own: no veiled threats disguised as compliments, no food tasters, and no Denfather watching every move that I am making.” She pointed to the two Royal Guard ponies sitting at a table across from them, one short, one tall. ”Though I still have bodyguards, albeit not nearly as, what is the word, intimidating?
Daniel looked over at the two and smirked. The shorter one, who he’d dubbed “Lenny”, had given up any semblance of manners and was stabbing at his plate with a chopstick. “George”, the tall one, delivered a smack to the back of his partner’s head, before hoofing over a fork.
“That still sounds better than my visit to the Diamond Dog’s underground city,” Daniel said with a grimace. “Everything there smelled like wet dog, including the food. One of the regents’ daughters tried to trick me into marrying her, and I’m pretty sure I almost started a war by sneezing,” He snorted. “I’ve been a cat lover ever since.”
”One can bet,” Starlight said, giving a soft laugh, though her expression soon soured. “I do not care for either. A son does tend to dull one’s ambitions for pet ownership, and Slate has always been unlucky when it comes to animals,” She tutted, shaking her head. “Poor boy. He loves animals, but thestrals… animals are unnerved by us.” Her ears drooped. “They are not the only ones.”
“Why? Is it the sharp teeth?”
“No, not entirely. It is our eyes.” Starlight pointed a forehoof at one of of her cat-like eyes. “These eyes, they are good for seeing in low light. But when I am talking to a non-thestral they are… not so good.” She sighed. “When most see these eyes, they see a predator, observing its next meal.”
Daniel leaned forward, hunching over a little so as to bring him down to Star’s eye level. He blinked at her, his green eyes unmoving as he regarded her, his expression unreadable. Fighting the urge to look away, she instead stared right back.
When Starlight first met a human, their eyes had unnerved her; to have such tiny eyes lost in the great canvas of their face just looked so alien. But Daniel’s were different. Behind the weariness, cynicism, and perpetual stress, there was a warmth, coupled to an unyielding loyalty to his friends.
“Hmm…well, I don’t know about everyone else,” he said, breaking the silence that had fallen between them. “But I didn’t see a predator in there.”
“Oh?” Starlight said. “Then what did you see?”
“I saw a being that grew up in one of the harshest lands in Equestria. One that has been tempered and tested every single day of her existence, yet always manages to pull through. In short, I saw you.”
Starlight smiled. “You are good.”
Daniel beamed. “It’s a gift.” His face turned sour. “One that’s often more trouble than it's worth.”
Starlight gave a chittering laugh. “That it is, that it is.”
As the conversation lulled into silence, Starlight became aware of how her tail was sandwiched against the back of her chair, putting pressure on the base of her spine. Making sure that Daniel wasn’t looking, she gave her rump a quick shimmy, just enough to free her trapped tail and leaving it hanging off one side of her seat. It had only taken a few seconds, but Starlight couldn’t help but notice the eyes of the stallion the next table over observing her flank.
“Speaking of things that are trouble,” she said with a nervous laugh, shooting the peeping stallion a glare. “Let us talk about the conference. It is about immigration, no?
Daniel wiped his mouth with a napkin, to Starlight’s trained eye it was a sure sign of stalling. “That’s right. In a week or so, I’m going to try and convince the Council to liberalize Equestria’s immigration policies.” He rubbed his eyes, Starlight noticing the dark bags under them. “I’m not exactly looking forward to it.”
“Do not be such a, how do you say, ‘nervous Nellie’,” Starlight said, reaching over to give his hand a reassuring pat. “I am certain that the Council will see the benefits of letting more humans into Equestria. The economical benefits alone will deter most of the neighsayers”
“Yeah.” Daniel stared off into space, pushing around a piece of chicken with a chopstick. “Star, can you keep a secret?”
“Always,” replied Starlight, not hesitating for a second.
“Right.” Daniel took a sip from his wineglass, one that looked far too deep for polite company. After that he took a deep breath, closed his eyes, then released it. ”The thing is, I don’t want more humans in Equestria ”
Starlight nearly choked on a noodle, only managing to displace it with a spluttering cough that drew a few curious eyes. “What?! But you yourself were the first immigrant. How can you be saying something like that?”
Daniel held his hands palms out. “I’m not saying humans should never be allowed in Equestria. I know that our two worlds can really help each other out. It’s just...”
“It is just what?” Starlight interrupted, her eyes narrowing.
Daniel rested his chin on his open palm, propping his head up. “How do I explain this.” He drummed his fingers against the table. “Star. You’ve heard of economic and cultural imperialism, yes?”
“Yes. It is not exactly exclusive to humans.” The gears in her head started turning. ”Is that the problem; you are afraid that your world's culture, it will absorb ours, no?”
“Something like that,” Daniel said. “Well, I’m worried that It won't so much absorb it as it will shove it aside. Marginalize it.”
“I am seriously doubting that.” Starlight said. “Human and Equestrian cultures are very similar, yes? There should be a minimum of, how do you say, compatibility issues.”
“I know that.” Daniel snorted. “Back home, anthropologists are tearing their hair out trying to explain it.” Daniel went to take another sip of wine, only to find his glass empty and no waiter in sight. With a frown he returned it to the table. “But, there’s one very big difference.”
“Magic?”
“Not just that. It’s… well, I guess I can only describe it as a whimsy. Everything about Equestria; its holidays, its culture, even its naming conventions, all have a whimsical, fairytale charm to them. I mean, you have towns named ‘Appleloosa’ and ‘Hoofington’’. For cripes sake. Your most recent armed conflict was a town of ponies throwing apple pies at buffaloes!”
Daniel sighed. “It all gives Equestria a sort of childlike innocence. One that Earth lost a long, long time ago.”
“And you are believing that too many humans will destroy that innocence?”
“Exactly. Just look at Playboy and Hustler; they’ve already found a thriving market in Equestria by marketing it as ‘adult educational material’, and I’ve heard whispers of a mares only edition in the works. It’s only a matter of time before everyone’s scrambling for a piece of the Equestrian pie. Soon we’ll have McDonald's adding hayburgers and hayfries to their menu. Disney will turn Equestrian history into animated musicals and merchandise them to death. Nike will start marketing designer horseshoes. ”
Daniel closed his eyes and took a breath. “Once that starts, everything will change; before you know it, we’ll have ponies walking along human-made sidewalks listening to human music on a human music player while wearing human clothes and shouting human greetings to their friends.” He hung his head. “Equestria just won’t be Equestria anymore.”
Starlight shook her head and clicked her tongue. That was Daniel. The eternal pessimist. “I think you are underestimating Equestria.”
Daniel raised an eyebrow. “Come again?”
“Daniel, despite what you might be thinking, Equestria is not some delicate flower that must be cared for every second. It has survived Windigoes, Discord, and Nightmare Moon,” Starlight smiled. “I am very certain that it can survive Disney and McDonalds.”
Like a true diplomat, Daniel’s expression did not change, though Starlight noticed his shoulders dropped. It was no more than an inch or two, but at least some of their tension was gone. “Maybe you’re right” His thumb ran along the edge of his wineglass. Maybe I’m just being a ‘nervous nellie’.” He chuckled. “I guess it comes with the job.”
“I think it is noble to care so deeply about the future,” Starlight said. “In order to apply as diplomat, one must...” Starlight trailed off. Something was resting on her forehoof. Something warm and smooth. Starlight looked down to see a Daniel’s hand cupping her hoof, his thumb running back and forth through her fur.
At the pause in the conversation Daniel blinked, his eyes refocusing back on her face. At the same time he snatched back his hand as if Starlight were red hot. “Sorry Star…” He blushed. “I… kind of…”
“No, no, it’s alright.” Starlight said, barely louder than a whisper, her own cheeks burning. The sudden contact had startled her, but now that the hand was gone she missed its warmth.
For a minute, thestral and human just stared at each other. Every sound in the restaurant thundered in her ears; the giggle of the mare a table over, the scraping of a waiter’s shoe as he exited the kitchen.
“So, um, Star... enough about me,” Daniel mumbled, breaking the silence, though his eye did not leave his plate. “How… how about we talk about you for a change. How’s…” He paused for a minute, tapping a finger against the tabletop. ”...How’s your son doing?”
Star felt something uncoil inside her. Talking about her little shining star always helped her relax.
“Oh, Slate... he is... doing well at magical preschool. Already he is making new friends. Though he is tending to chew on things.” She groaned. Just thinking about it made her head pound, and it was even worse now she was living at the embassy. “I am very much impatient for his fangs to develop. It is one blessing of the Nightmother I am thinking we could do without.”
“Hey, it could be worse,” Daniel said. “He could be going through puberty.”
Starlight shuddered. “That I am not looking forward to.”
“And what about yourself, Star, how is the new job?”
“It is a tiring job, being a maid. But it is much superior to my previous occupation.”
It wasn’t the whole truth. While her new job was much more respectable than being rutted for money, she was still… uneasy.
“That’s good. What about your skydancing? Had any luck?”
Starlight's ears drooped. "No." She sighed.
“I might be able to help you with that,” Daniel said. He rubbed his chin for a second. “One of my colleagues is a regular contributor to the Canterlot Opera. He’s a decent pony, I’m sure once he saw you perform he could see about getting you an aud-”
“No!” Starlight slammed a hoof on the table, a few drops of red wine staining the pristine tablecloth. She took a deep breath, forcing her anger deep down inside her. “I mean, you have already been doing so much for my son and I, with our new job and home. I would not wish to be a bother.”
“A bother?” Daniel smiled. ”Star, these little get-togethers have been the only thing keeping me sane these past few months. If it weren’t for you, I would have been committed months ago.”
Daniel put a hand on her shoulder. “Star, if anything, you’ve earned it.”
Something stirred within Starlight. “Daniel…” She said, her voice starting to crack.
Something bloomed within Starlight’s barrel; a little voice in the back of her mind, screaming Say it, say it over and over again.
Sweat trickled down Starlight’s brow. Her stomach turned to ice. No, not now, not here.
She furrowed her brows. Yes here, and yes now. The Nightflier family may have cast her out, but their blood still ran through her veins. Her ancestors had carved out a home in the harshest region of an inhospitable country. Entire generations of her family had fought against the griffons. There was no obstacle too high for them. No challenge too daunting.
So why did she feel like a foal about to take their first flight?
“Daniel, there is…” Starlight gulped, trying to keep her voice from cracking. “...something I am needing to tell you.”
Daniel folded his hands in front of him. “All right. What is it?”
Daniel, you make me happy?
Daniel, you are the best thing that has ever happened to me?
Daniel, I can’t stop thinking about you?
How could she sum up all of her feeling towards him?
Starlight took a deep breath, her heart pounding. “Daniel, I-I..”
The words grew thick and sticky in her throat. Old memories bubbled up from the depths of her mind; flashes of loneliness, memories of betrayal and anger, spikes of irrational fear.
“I-I…” Starlight slumped in her seat, her ears drooped “...Nothing. It is nothing.”
Daniel just sat there. Hands folded in front of him. “Yeah,” he said, his voice barely a whisper. “Yeah it probably is.”
*****
Idiot!
Daniel clenched his fist, manicured nails digging into his palm. The human propped his head up against the carriage window, smearing the warded glass.
“Apple-headed, hay-brained idiot!” he swore under his breath. Glancing out of the corner of his eye, he was relieved to find Star looking out the window. The last thing he needed was an awkward conversation over his self-abuse.
It had been the perfect chance; the kind that came around once in a lifetime. With just a few words, he could have told Star how he really felt about her, but he’d panicked, like some lovestruck teenager talking to his crush.
“You okay, Mr. Ambassador?”
Daniel turned to see Lenny looking at him.
“Yes, I’m fine,” He sighed, his hand starting to throb. “Just… had a little too much to drink that’s all.”
“You sure?” asked the guardspony
“Yes,” Daniel replied.
“Okay, if you say so, Mr. Ambassador,” Having said his part Lenny returned to attention, his face a mask, though Daniel could feel the stallion’s eyes watching him.
Something shuffled in the seat next to him. Daniel turned to see Starlight staring out the passenger side window.
As the thestral gazed out the window, Daniel reached into his wallet and pulled out the old photograph of himself and Twilight Sparkle at the Ponyville Summer’s End carnival. Both pony and human were huddling next to each other, cradling a stuffed Timberwolf between them and making silly faces at the camera. He let out a soft sigh.
Would it happen again?
“Daniel, Daniel. Are you okay?” Star asked, her silky voice a searchlight, piercing through the fog of self loathing.
“Yeah,” he said, rubbing a hand over his face. “I’m fine.”
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Exactly what i needed today. Thanks for the new story!
Yes! I was excited for this.
Woohoo!! Enjoyed the 1st chapter.
.....and you're welcome. My pleasure to help out in the proofreading process.
Whoooho! Finally! :D
Thank you that you have begun this sequel, you have started a great story and I hope the follow through.
Best regards, Mattgenesis.
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O my this is going to be a good story.
I can tell this is going to be a super good sequel to a good story.
Amazing righting good job Flint-Lock
Harts Fire
*Squee!* It's here! YES~! Thumbs up and watched~! Oh I can feel the story going to be complicated and awesome at the same time!
The first story earned my interest (except for sinking the twilight ship, you monster), and I'll be following this one closely...
I'd say that the whole "both are in love with the other without the other knowing and neither will admit it" thing has been overdone repeatedly, but the background world you have built up seems very intriguing, so I'm giving this a watch. Love interdimensional contact stories.
A most glorious sequel! Yippee!
This'll be a fun ride.
I think a line got deleted in the middle there. Perhaps "No, no ones been interested." or even she gave a forlorn shake of her head. Otherwise it kinda breaks the conversation.
Thank you for making a sequel I'm loving ti so far. Any plans on flashbacks with him dating Twilight and/or first arriving in Equestria?
Hm, the first inter-species romance with humans that actually interested me. Cool.
You're on the front page!
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Yes, perfect. I was really hoping that the original story would get a continuation.
Woo-hoo! I really been looking forward to this. Going to read it when I get back to the house tonight. No sleep for me but it will be well worth it. Thank you!
A sequel? Not just another chapter?
Ermahgerdermahgerd, sequel! data.archive.moe/board/co/image/1338/26/1338267203795.png
AHHH! She's back! Quickly! Chrome! New orders for you! Send this to my Kindle immediately!
Yes, a sequel at last! :D I do hope theres plenty more coming
Yes! The sequel is here! I must read. I need my fix...
Dude, take away those nostalgia glasses. There was never a more "innocent" era than the actual one.
6405942 Even the 'innocence' of the current age exists only if one is wearing rose-colored glasses and living in a very safe, sheltered location.
My little town has seen a dramatic rise in murders in the past 20 years (from near a less-than-one-yearly average in the early 80's to now at least one a week... we're now the 3rd most violent small-to-medium town in NJ... yay us
) and two years ago a drug house 3 lots down the street from my house was shot up.
But yeah, human history is one of near ceaseless bloodshed and everybody attacking everybody else.
Our modern weapons just make it quicker and more efficient. Some of our weapons today in the hands of past mad rulers... the idea is horrifying.
*imagines Nero with nukes...* NOTHING WOULD BE LEFT!!!
I like the story even with the end of the Twilight ship.
On a side note I find that those that
'Fall' in love are less likely to fight for it than those that worked for love.
Twilight and the main fell in love then allowed their jobs to pull them apart.
Love is work just like everything else in life you have to work for it to keep it, but if you didn't have to work to find it you are left with the mistaken impression that you should not have to work to keep it.
I cannot tell you how many relationships I have seen fail simply because one or both parties are either lazy or stuck in a fantasy land. Believing silly things like 'if it was meant to be it will be' or 'if we love each other we would not fight so much'. If you love someone you will get angry at them quicker than someone who doesn't because you have more emotions invested in them. That means when either of you make a mistake it is going to upset the other more. It is this emotional highs and lows that make communicating so important.
Twilight and the main could have worked out, but they both decided that 'fate' or 'destiny' was against them and have up...Heck maybe they even got it into their silly heads that 'it was for the best' or 'they will be happier with someone else'.
Hopefully these two are sufficiently mature enough not to fall for any of those foolish thoughts.
But wait, there's more?!
AWESOME!
She clearly underestimates the power of big company capitalism.
wow to see a story go right to #1 in a short time like this.
this is AWSOM.
Harts Fire
Yes! You have returned to us. Great beginning, I await more.
6405957 While my town isn't a place for murder, one could play a (very likely drunk) drinking game with the death toll each morning on the TV. And that's just in one or two cities.
You may want to make a blog post and tag the first story so more people will find this one.
It sounds like they are eating the Americanized version of Chinese food, not actual Chinese food. Then again I don't think most Americans would know there is a difference.
Oh how long are we going to have to do this dance? I never did enjoy the Can't-Spit-It-Out Waltz. I know it is very true but it just gets tiresome after a while.
Bring on the batpony mafia! We need some made stallions in here. Have a little danger, maybe a fillynapping. That'll get those lips loosened up!
6405957 What? Dude, I live in NJ too, and yet there's next to no crime where I am...
I saw this featured and thought it was the original oneshot. I thought, "Ehh, might as well reread it."
Imagine my surprise when I saw that it was a sequel!
What a glorious day this is.
A sequel of epic proportions.
OK, I think I'm going to enjoy this story.
Bat ponies being adorable?
You sir or madam, have earned my favorite
in that order.
No Hasbro would. *Sees Brony army*
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SO MUCH WANT!!!!!!!!!
is it me or does our diplomat not know the difference between international business enterprises and immigration policy
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please explain.
This felt a lot cleaner in regards to formatting/mechanics/etc than its prequel. Hell, it was cleaner.
Really enjoyed this, and I'll be waiting for more. Good show.
Yes but will the Apples survive Monsanto?
6406998 I mean they're also probably going to have to deal with copyright battles with Apple so...
They're screwed super hard.
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You can thank my cowriter for that.
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Thanks for noticing. It's nice to know that the extra work both Flint and I put in has had a perceivable effect on quality.
6407104 It's very noticeable. Y'all done good, seriously. My love of batponies in all forms in no ways informs this
Okay, maybe a little. But sincerely, I look forward to more.
Oh it's going to be one of these stories. They're always so cute and frustrating for the readers.
Great to see the sequel out after only 10 weeks.
Your previous tale caught my eye. As has this one.
I am excited for more.
and the crowd goes YES!!! YES!!! a sequel