Part 5: Round table discussion.
“Let’s review the facts.” said a pony. But there was no response. She looked out for her partner in crime, growing impatient. She tapped her hoof.
“Okay, I’ve got our drinks.” said the blue pegasus, presenting a half-full tray of cups. Her good mood vanished when she returned to a displeased look. “What?”
Petra snatched one of the two cups with ire. “Nimbus, can you please focus? We’re on a very important secret mission here.”
She watched Petra take a huge swig, annoyance growing. “Oh yeah, then why are you sipping so loud?”
“Because I’m thirsty!” blurted Petra the pink pegasus. She took another sip; it was good. “Plus, this boba is really delicious. What flavor is this?”
Nimbus wore the smirk of a smug and mischievous kitten. “I told you you’d like strawberry milk boba. You avoided it so long because you felt weird about drinking something that’s also pink like you. But I was right, as usual.”
“Alright, quit distracting me.” she deflected. “Facts, review, go.”
Nimbus paused to drink her own boba tea, then cleared her throat. “Subject: Luna. Last seen go into traveling performer’s wagon. Motives: unknown.”
“Her friends, though, what about her friends?” Petra took a thoughtful sip. “We still don’t know who sent the queen that note.”
“Fact,” declared Nimbus mechanically, “queen Celestia declared that it could not be her sister’s writing. Process of elimination leaves her five friends. Involvement of said traveling performer: currently unknown.”
“Hmph. She’s a new factor, probably uninvolved.” Petra leaned against the lamppost, squinting at that wagon across the way. “That leaves a twenty percent shot in the dark, here, given how little we know.”
“How little you know about what?” asked Pinkie Pie.
“Bwah!” Startled, Nimbus reflexively hopped back, dropping her tea. Petra caught her, also spilling her tea in the process. Little flavor bobas and milky tea were everywhere.
“Oh no, I’m so sorry!” Pinkie picked up one of the cups. “I-I just wanted to come say hi to the new ponies in town, since I didn’t recognize you. Well, except you.” She pointed at Petra.
Her heart caught in her throat. Petra gulped. “Y-you recognize me, do you?”
“Yeah!” Pinkie grinned from ear to ear. “We’re such close shades of pink, you could pass as my sister, haha!”
As Petra sighed, she dropped Nimbus on the ground. She responded with a monotonic voice. “Right.”
“Except, of course, I’ve actually seen my sisters, and none of them look like you, but I guess I was always destined to stand out, huh?” Pinkie playfully stuck out her tongue.
“That’s for sure.” Nimbus began to pick herself up.
“Oh, anyway, here, let me replace your drinks, won’t you? It’s the least I can do, as a welcome to Ponyville, if nothing else.” Pinkie started reaching out for the other cup.
Petra presented a halting hoof. “No, no, that’s okay.”
Pinkie was taken aback. “O-oh. Well. If you’re sure?”
Nimbus dusted herself off. “Yeah, we’re alright. Thanks anyway, Pinkie.”
And in that moment, Petra simply gave up. Pinkie wasn’t supposed to know that they already knew her name. Nimbus had just blown their entire secret operation in one dopey swoop. It was over. When Nimbus looked back at her, horrified, Petra’s face was concretely not mad… just disappointed.
“My reputation precedes me, I see.” said Pinkie, equal parts chipper and oblivious.
“Say what now?” Nimbus jerked back around.
“Everypony knows me around here. It’s only natural you probably heard my name from one of my many neighbors!”
Petra and Nimbus simply gawked at her ernest, smiling face. “Yeah,” lied Petra, “no, absolutely. Ponies around here just can’t seem to get enough talking about Pinkie Pie. That is absolutely for sure a thing that is true, and is happening.”
Pinkie Pie blushed, waving it off with her hoof. “Oh stop.”
“Say,” said Nimbus, redirecting, “shouldn’t you be getting back to your friends?”
Pinkie held her cheek. “Aw darn, you’re right, I should. If I see you gals again, I’ll try to squeeze in a more proper Ponyville welcome for you, promise.”
Petra watched her skip away, waiting until she was out of earshot. “Wow. I can’t believe that worked.”
“And I still can’t believe you convinced me to spend vacation time on this.” complained Nimbus. She watched Pinkie disappear beyond a corner, a thought occurring. “Say. Do you think… she wrote the note?”
“Pbbbbb, you kidding?” Petra rolled her eyes so hard, they might just spiral out of her head. “That’s the most blisteringly friendly pony I’ve ever met. She wouldn’t hurt a fly.”
Backing up a bit.
Luna stood before partable purple curtains. She wondered if she ought to let herself in. This wagon, like the stage that unfolded from it, was in actuality, not all that large. Perhaps it might not fit two ponies, especially given her stature. Should she instead knock? Where at?
“Hello?” She opted for a vocal inquiry, hoping for invitation. But no response came for a moment. “Trixie?”
“Go away, the show’s over.” replied a defeated voice.
Now, perhaps most other mares might give up here. Why not leave her be and walk away? She tried, didn’t she? But no, Luna was not most other mares. Something deep within her aching heart compelled her. She too knew what it was like to let her ego get the better of her; to fly too close to the sun, and get burned.
Trixie was busy fussing when the curtain gave way to a curious navy figure poking her head in. Those eyes, fading blue like the sky at sunrise, darted around like a sentinel on the lookout for escapees. And Trixie felt very much trapped when they had her in sight. She squirmed, as though she might wriggle away. “What, Luna, what are you doing?”
“Thought I might come check on the star performer. If that’s alright.” Luna didn’t wait for a response, and squeezed herself in anyway, letting the curtain fall over her and shutting them off from the outside world. She had to hunch down a tad, under the low roof.
“Another witty jab? I told you, the show’s over.” She returned to rummaging around in a crate. From here, she used her horn to produce a needle and a spool of purple thread. But, looking at the carnage, hopelessness crashed over her like a tidal wave. No sew-up job would fix her hat, it was completely torn asunder.
“May I?” Luna’s inquiry and approach were met with a disgruntled side eyed glare. How could irises so soft, like delicate orchids, ever seem so angry. Perhaps not angry, but hurt.
“Just what do you intend to do?” demanded Trixie. But she didn’t bother waiting on a response, and rather threw the unsalvageable rag onto the floor, storming off to one corner.
This storm subsided quickly. The room was not very big. Luna looked over at her, choosing to ignore her guest, hooves crossed, moping up against the wall. “May I tell you a story?”
“You don’t seem to be leaving. Can I really stop you?” Trixie turned around with a “Hmph.”
Luna continued, aiming her speech at Trixie’s slouched haunches while picking up the split hat. She whispered the incantations for an old, perhaps forgotten spell of mending. The tiny frayed threads reached out for one another, grabbing onto their lost loves one after the other, slowly, steadily. “When I was very young, I saw a stage performance. It was my older sister and I, our… parents brought us along.”
Trixie loosened up a bit, but still didn’t turn. “Your sister… the queen?”
“That would be the one, yes.” Luna smiled, knowing she was softening.
After mulling it over, Trixie decided to bite. “What happened?”
“Oh, the crowd was raucous. A true mess to deal with. But the leading stallion, a distinguished unicorn actor for his time, he reveled in it.” Luna paused to recharge her spell, casting it again. “All night long, he ad-libbed biting barbs and sharp quips, playing off the crowd. All in character, mind, but said character was established to be skilled with a blade.”
Trixie’s ear flickered. She couldn’t help herself. A story from the queen’s own sister, right here, in her humble wagon. Should she offer tea? Maybe she should offer tea. She started to think of where she’d stowed it, but the story continued.
“Eventually, a portly unicorn from the audience shoved his way onto the stage after a few too many, and challenged him. Not wanting to break character, or disappoint his fans, our leading stallion accepted. Sideswords were drawn. The crowd went wild.”
“Th-then what hap-” started Trixie, finally rejoining Luna, only to see her hat nearly fixed, “pened?”
“After it was all said and done, the both of them needed more stitches than even your hat here now.” said Luna with an endearing look. She prolonged the spell with one last cast, and the hole at the top began to close up. “The takeaway I gathered as our disgusted parents whisked us away was that, well… gaining attention through aggression comes with certain risks, you know?”
Trixie frowned, a bit uncertain of how to take all this. Certainly she was grateful to have this cherished memento restored to her, but this little life lesson didn’t sit incredibly well with her. “You think I should stop?” She fiddled with her cape, growing anxious. “You’re starting to sound like my dad.”
“Pffffff, heheheh.” Luna stifled her snickering. “Hoo, wow, I certainly hope I don’t sound like a parent of any kind. I’m barely getting the hang of taking care of myself, I wouldn’t know what to do with a foal.”
“Hilarious.” said Trixie, rather sarcastically, less amused by that than Luna seemed to be herself. If anything, it made her worry if this dusky mare was okay. Would it be uncouth to ask? This was, afterall, nigh unto a goddess. And that’s when it struck her, realizing just who she’d challenged. A bead of sweat formed at the corner where she parted her hair when brushing. True understanding was a heavy thing.
“To answer you, though, no. What I’m saying is this.” Luna held her hoof out between them, pointing. It was no accusation, per say, but direction. “Be cautious, but be ready.”
Trixie gulped. “I think I see.”
“At any rate, here’s your hat. It took a few castings, but this old mending spell still works after all this time.” She gave it back, cordial as could be with a big warm smile.
When it was back in her hooves, Trixie turned it about. She thought she’d lost it forever, yet here it was, melting away that brief moment of fear of the cosmic, mythical entity Luna was in her head. Here before her, she saw a pony who cared, despite the coarse persona she wore for the stage. She grimaced as her vision blurred. “Y-yeah, your magic is… impressive.”
“Don’t worry,” assured Luna, getting up to go, “you’ll get there someday.” With a wink, she returned to the purple threshold to the outside world. But right as she let the sunshine in, Trixie called out to her.
“Luna. I’ll repay this somehow. A-and…” Trixie scraped at her cheek, hoping to leave no trace of tears. “And someday, I swear I’ll make you proud of my magic.” The part she didn’t add was the inclusion of her father in that claim. Nothing would show him more than the legendary Luna’s nod of approval.
“I look forward to it.” With one last smile, Luna vanished into the sunlight beyond, happy to have made somepony’s day just like Pinkie had earlier.
Down the cobblestone way, Luna saw her friends, gathered round a cafe table under the warm sun. They waved her over with a cheer, and pointed out a chair saved just for her, next to Pinkie. And so, no permission asked, given, or needed, Luna skipped on up and over the gate to the tables, light as a feather on her fluttering blue wings.
“We went on ahead and ordered for the whole table.” explained Applejack as Luna joined them. “Hope that’s okay with you.”
“We didn’t know how long you’d be with your new little magic friend, dear.” added Rarity. “Plus, we’re all just dying to see how you take to pizza.”
“Pizza.” said Luna plainly. There had been an awful lot of big talk about his bizarre take on pie. “Is it really all that good, then.”
“It is.” blurted Fluttershy, to everyone’s surprise. When all eyes fell on her, she gave them a sheepish grin. “Well, I mean, I like it. Heheh.”
“Sounds like a glowin’ endorsement to me.” mused AJ.
“But of course, one pie won’t go far among five ponies, so we’ve got an assortment of flavor on the way.” Rarity rubbed her hooves together. “I happen to know the baker for this cafe. Clay is an artiste with bread, I swear.”
And as though on cue, a door to the hot cafe interior swung open with the jingling of loose bells. Through the portal came a pegasus who at least somewhat resembled the dough he worked. Though soft looking at a glance, his broad haunches were taut from numerous years working, rolling, and kneading the medium of his craft.
“Here he comes now.” cooed Rarity, beckoning him. “He’s a handsome fellow, I just know you two will hit it off, Luna.”
“He sure is… something.” Luna would have thought him a woodsman, missing only his axe. He certainly had the frame for it.
He was a somewhat burly beige pegasus. Covering his upper lip was a thick mustache of ash gray, long and straight like the bristles of a push broom. His pewter hair was tied back in a smart little bun, with the sides shaved underneath that top layer. And with eyes gray like smokey diamonds, he peered through the thick frames of his glasses. Upon seeing a favored customer return, he grew a grin only a jaw like his could accommodate.
“It’s excellent to see you again, Rarity. My partner sends her regards for the necktie you patterned for us.” He took her hoof as it was offered, and kissed the top of it, getting a giggle out of her.
Luna, in her head, tried to translate. A necktie, that was like a kravat, yes? But this perplexed her, and she wondered aloud: “But aren’t those traditionally worn by stallions?”
“Why, Luna, darling,” postured Rarity, posing, “ladies in suits are very en vogue these days, you know.”
“Ahhhhhhhh,” interjected this pegasus, “so this must be the famous Luna I’ve heard so much about. I was wondering when you’d bring her by, Rarity.”
Luna straightened herself upright in her chair. Introductions were still something she thought ought to be proper. “Aye, that would be me. I’m Luna. Charmed to make your acquaintance.”
“My name is Clay Kiln.” Not wishing to be too forward, he came over and merely bumped his hoof against hers, shaking. Kissing hooves was, well, rather familiar. And with this mare, he was not. “Please, as a show of thanks for bringing back the sun, allow me to ignore your cut of the tab today.”
After the shake was completed, Luna withdrew her hoof to hold it up in defiance. “I appreciate the offer, but I must decline. I’ve had too many free meals for my liking as it is.”
Clay was taken somewhat aback by this. “Ah, my apologies. I didn’t mean any offense by the offer.”
“Nor was any taken.” Luna kept a straight face. She wasn’t angry, she wasn’t upset; just a little tired of this routine. “But it was my fault the sun went away in the first place, and it was not I alone who fixed my mistake. My five friends were instrumental in returning the sun to us as well.”
Clay stroked the hairs of his mustache in contemplation as this was explained to him, perhaps so they’d stay straight. Which, they did. “I hope I didn’t come off as disingenuous in speaking about you, I genuinely did not know the whole story here. I appreciate your honesty.”
“Thank you.” nodded Luna.
“That said, might I at least offer you your first drink on the house?” He laughed it off when she started to glare daggers at him. “It’s just a little something we offer to all first timers, alright? Hoping they’ll come back, you know?”
“If you insist.” Luna gave up.
“Hm hm, I’m afraid I do.” From his greenish apron, he produced a tiny notepad and a pen. “We have a plethora of bean options; my partner grinds ‘em all herself. And we can mix it exactly how you like: hot brew, cold brew, milk, cream, sugar, mocha, cinnamon, however you like. I’m talkin’ every kind of latte, macchiato, cappuccino, flat white, frappe. You name it, we can make you a cup.”
Luna’s mouth tightened and she blinked at him. It were as though he were speaking a different language. “Do you do teas here?”
“Why sure.” He circled his hoof to start rattling off options again any moment. “What kind of boba do you like?”
Not quite what she was looking for. “I’d like a cup of hot chamomile, if you have any. No sugar necessary.”
Clay flipped his notebook closed and smirked. “Ah, a classical palate, I see. Can do, heheh, can do.”
Applejack leaned over the table somewhat. “You ain’t tried any iced tea?”
“It’s real big down this way.” agreed Clay.
“I grew up drinking my tea piping hot. Cold tea just sounds… weird to me.” Luna shrugged. “I’ll try it some other time, alright? Coffee too, even though all the options seem a little overwhelming.”
“I’d better get back to my ovens.” sighed Clay, getting ready to take his leave. “I’ll have your chamomile out momentarily, miss Luna. It was a pleasure meeting you. And the table’s food should be ready in just a little while.”
“Well.” Luna scratched at the back of her neck as he left them. “What sort of coffee would you girls recommend then?”
Missing no opportunity to bring it up, Pinkie Pie spoke up first. “I just love a good cold frappé! With lots of whipped cream, and some cinnamon sprinkled over top.”
“I’m basic.” shrugged Fluttershy with a skittish smile. “I don’t get coffee often, but I always go for a vanilla iced latte.”
“Those are good too.” agreed Pinkie. “Ooh, and caffè mocha.”
“Well, I tend toward espresso, or ristretto.” added Rarity. It was a short, practical answer, but well, she couldn’t help herself. “Though, if I’m feeling extra indulgent, I’ll have an egg coffee with a little condensed milk mixed in. Or, oh, an affogato for dessert.” She tapped her chin, grinning. “Maybe I’ll order one after lunch.”
Luna had already lost track of each different drink she’d been adding to the list in her head. Nevertheless, she pressed on. “What about you, Applejack? Any ‘inos’ or ‘ays’ you drink on the farm?”
AJ thought about it and shrugged. “We brew a pot of regular black coffee in the morning, and I usually take mine with milk and two sugars. And, I dunno, I’m not picky about the coffee grounds I pick up when I’m in town, most of the time. Whatever smells good.”
“Huh.” said Luna, flummoxed by how straightforward that sounded. “That’s the only coffee anything anypony has said to me I think I can relate to. Why, it sounds like a sort of breakfast black tea they used to make when I was young.”
“Might be a good place to start.” beamed Applejack. “Happy to help.”
Rarity leaned over and playfully nudged her. “Come now, AJ. Tell her your real favorite.”
“Okay, alright.” groaned Applejack. “Whenever I’m in town to visit with Rarity or what have you, I also like to get a cappuccino with hazelnut cream. Sometimes.”
“And you’ve lost me again.” sighed Luna before she gave into laughter. Her friends around her joined in. This was nice.
The door opened up again. The ringing of bells turned heads at first, and the pony who came through kept them turned. Unlike the last, she didn’t resemble that with which she worked. Upon her smaller frame, her coat was a light, light gray, not too dissimilar from the marble Rarity had mentioned earlier. Her medium length onyx black hair was shaved on one side, with the rest swept all to the other. And her golden eyes came over the frameless top of her smart specs.
Her unicorn’s horn gingerly floated along a white ceramic cup, which she gently set down. Luna felt intimidated by her confident smile. How could this petite gal fill out such immense presence? But Luna spoke up as best she could. “Oh, why thank you.”
“But of course.” this mysterious mare told her, eyes locked dead, and that smile still assured as could be. “It’s so very nice to have you at our humble cafe, Luna. I’m Marlo Chai. But all my friends call me Marley.” She tilted her head to one side and winked. “You can call me Marley if you like.”
The girls had a look between them that silently said “Wow.” Luna herself spoke aloud, however. “Wow. Alright. Thank you, Marley, it is nice to meet you. And be here. Thanks.”
“I’ll be around, if you need me. Or if you’d like some help picking what kind of coffee to try. I can whip up a cup to suit anypony.” She sashayed off the scene, speaking to Rarity on her way by. “Thanks again for altering that tie, Rarity. Looks great with my floral blazer.”
“Not a problem at all, darling.” Rarity saw some small confusion on Luna’s face. “Oh, florals are very in this year, you know.”
“Hope that trend sticks around.” admitted Marlo before leaving them. “Flowers are just so… nice.” A few loose lines of black fell over the corner of her glasses, so she flipped her hair on back, raising her chin up high. And with nothing else to add, she left them.
When she was gone, Luna looked to the others, hoping she wasn’t alone. Even if she wasn’t sure how to put it. “So, she was…”
“Don’t worry none.” There was this knowing look on Applejack’s face, her brows were completely at ease in understanding. “We know.”
“She tends to have that effect on other ponies.” admitted Rarity, stifling a chuckle at Luna’s expense. “Especially when first meeting her.”
“She’s really friendly.” added Pinkie, fiddling with the straw in her soda after having drank half of it down in one go. “And there’s nothing I appreciate more than a friendly pony.”
“Speaking of fashion, though,” redirected Rarity, bouncing off the mention of patterns and florals, “why don’t we talk gala outfits!”
A hush took over the table, and the other girls looked to Luna. When she had told them about their invitations coming in, she neglected to decide whether or not she was going. Well, perhaps it was time to give an answer to that question, as it hung silently on the air. “Alright. Let’s get this over with. I can tell what you’re all thinking.”
In a bizarre twist of fate, Fluttershy took charge. She reached over, placing her hoof on top of Luna’s with a soft pat. “Luna, we all just want you to know that, even though we’ve decided we’d all like to go, that you really don’t have to.”
Pinkie, who’s chair had subtly slid over closer during all the distractions, laid herself upon Luna’s shoulder in a half-hug type maneuver. Gingerly, she pat Luna’s chest, ignoring the perplexed look she was receiving. “Even though I think it would be really super great to see you have fun at this huge fancy pants shindigg, I don’t wanna push you, you know?”
Luna smoothed back some of that magenta cotton candy Pinkie called a mane. With that out of the way, she craned her head down and softly pecked that perfect pink spot underneath. “And I appreciate you girls respecting my decisions. And I’ve finally decided.”
“Honestly, I might even stay home with you that-” started to say Pinkie, twisting some of her curls with the tip of her hoof.
“I’m going.” said Luna coldly, accidentally cutting off Pinkie in her attempt to speak with conviction.
Pinkie let her go, taking her hoof from over that shoulder. Her mouth tightened like she just bit down hard on something sour. “Say what?”
“Why, darling, that’s great!” Rarity clapped her hooves together, also speaking over Pinkie Pie in her excitement. “Now I can add you to my dress plan. And when you or any of the other girls get asked who made your divine garments, you can all point them straight to me.”
“Well, o-okay, but-” stammered Pinkie.
“Hmph, now I just need to get Rainbow on board.” pouted Rarity, forgetting her manners as she propped her elbows on the table.
“I’m sure she’ll come around when she sees how important this is to you.” assured Fluttershy, brushing some hair back behind one ear.
“Explain to me again why you’re doing this. I mean, ain’t it just a tad much?” Applejack shrugged.
Rarity tapped her chin. “Five or six personalized dresses is a lot, I’ll admit.” She set her hoof over AJ’s. “But I’ve been on a harrowing adventure with you girls, and I love you all very much. This is, well, part of me wanting to express that.”
“Aw,” cooed Fluttershy, “that’s so sweet.”
Rarity had to hide a skittish smile as her cheeks flushed a little. “It’s also that the gala is the largest, most prestigious soiree of the fall. I can’t imagine a better opportunity to have my work seen.”
Applejack chuckled, giving her a look to suggest she knew there was more to it. “At least you’re honest. But I s’pose there’s no reason ya can’t accomplish both, hon.”
Luna nudged Pinkie beside her while they carried on over there. “It sounded like you were starting to say something, but the conversation got away from you. That may likely be my fault, sorry.”
“Hmm?” Pinkie may have been facing her, but her eyes seemed to look far beyond. “Oh!” Her smile came back tacitly. “I was just gonna say that I’m really, really, super duper proud of you. I know how nervous you felt about the gala, and I think you’re really, like, just so, so, so brave.”
She got down to a whisper, as though still nervous to say it out loud. Her ears folded back. “I cannot hide from my sister forever. But I’m… so elated to have friends like you to help me get through this.” Luna touched Pinkie’s shoulder. “Especially my dedicated oath keeper.”
Timid, nervous hooves cupped Luna’s cheeks. Pinkie’s ear flickered, a very intense thought running through her mind, sprinting laps round and round again. She considered it, hesitated, and… decided against it. “I… we all love you, very much.”
“Pinkie?”
“Isn’t that right, girls?” Pinkie yanked them back into the conversation that had left them painfully alone, firmly setting her hoof down upon the table. “Aren’t we all proud of Luna, and don’t we all love her?”
A cheery agreeance washed over Luna, but before she could press, the cafe’s door swung open again. Clay and Marlo brought several platters to their table, and bade them enjoy, subtly stowing the check under the main dish: a pie with thin crust, tomato sauce, and a solid layer of cheese. Over the cheese rested nestled in its melted pockets were mushrooms and sprigs of spinach.
Since one pizza does not split evenly among five friends, two other, smaller platters flanked it. On one side sat a stack of buns with chopped green onions set in while the dough was still soft and pliable. They were dashed with shredded white cheese before getting a couple more minutes in the oven, then brushed with a honey-butter glaze.
The other plate contained carrots with slightly crisp skins. They were tossed with olive oil, honey, kosher salt, and freshly ground cracked black pepper, before being introduced to an oven for some time, and then a broiler to caramelize the edges. They were crunchy and salty and sweet, and a quarter gone already by the time the pizza got divided.
Having a pension for patterns, Rarity volunteered to slice the pie into tenths, so everyone at least had got an even share. In between crunching on carrots, they passed around slices and rolls, then posited the notion of ordering more of those carrots. Then, they all turned as Luna lifted her first slice.
The grease that oozed off the cheese gave Luna a brief moment of concern, but she bit down anyway. It was… it was… “Mm! Sho good!”
Nostalgia washed over the table. This was not the first time the lot of them, minus one absent pegasus, had broken bread together, sharing in laughter. And not a soul there hoped it would be the last either. Conversation faded, replaced with the munching of tasty food. Time faded on with the food, but all concerned parties were too full for dessert. So they each put forth their share of bits and bid Clay and Marlo a lovely day.
Applejack needed to get back to the farm, and said her goodbyes for now.
Rarity wanted to sketch out a few concepts, saying she was plenty inspired now that she wasn’t thinking on an empty stomach.
Pinkie though, she very much wanted to walk Luna back to the library. She scuffed the cobble walkway where she’d stopped her, rubbing one ankle nervously up against the other. “I dunno, I figured it would be nice to chat. The old walk and talk. You know, you, me, walking, but also talking?”
And then Fluttershy trotted over, having heard none of that. “Sorry to bother. But if you were heading back to the library, Luna, I’d love to borrow a book of bedtime stories. Some of my animals have been having a hard time falling asleep lately.”
Luna peered at Pinkie’s dryly amused face. “Erm.”
Pinkie Pie threw her hoof around Fluttershy and led their little trio onward. “I’d love nothing more. Three of my favorite ponies in all of Equestria. You. Luna.”
“Um, Pinkie? That’s only two ponies.” Fluttershy counted in her head, as though she’d somehow run the numbers wrong somewhere along one of the two lone steps to this math problem.
“And me, of course!” She giggled so hard she snorted, and Fluttershy joined in.
Luna watched the two of them head on, and shrugged, trotting along to catch up.
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That was a great story, Luna told Trixie about her past
Pinkie Pie is a benign shoggoth in 3, 2, 1....
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My working theory is that Pinkie is a chaos mage. Whether she knows it or not.
That, or Pinkie's family held a lot of cult rituals on that isolated rock farm, and an Old One they were venerating gave Pinkie It's blessing.
Methinks Pinkie has a crush (or more) on Luna.
I'm totally AJ plus a little Pinkie in that coffee scene. I don't care at all how the coffee tastes, as long as it is going inside me. That being said, when I'm at a Starbucks, I like to get a iced flat white coffee from there. Also, Fraps are good every once in a while, but not as sugary as Pinkie's.
That being said, I've been sailing on the SS Moon Pie for some time now and it's nice to finally have some strong winds blowing in.
This is great, can't wait for the next chapter!
Seriously can't wait for it to continue! Amazing work!
Calling it. Pinkie sent the letter
I predict that the author is trolling us by making us think it's pinkie when it is secretly.. Fluttershy!!!
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You could have went with Chiclopgo. But it was neat that you went with Bronklyn-style pizza.
It was Pinkie, wasn't it?