Button Mash bit his lip. "Maybe you can't, for real. It almost feels like there's a drug in this. I feel... I feel like..."

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I'll always feel safe in your legs, Mom.

Which means, by law of narration you won't feel safe in her legs later.

It was closer to the smell of clouds and rainbows mixed together.

"How can we get Button Mash and Softhoof to kiss?"

"Roofies!"

"How about a romantic, candlelit dinner?"

"Roofies!"

"We could serenade them with a song!"

"Roofies!"

"Literally anything but roofies."

"You've both made really good and well thought out arguments. Gonna go with the roofies."

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That is how that train of reasoning tends to go.