Confrontation
Caramel chewed very slowly on a chunk of apple casserole. He was trying trying to find the perfect speed so he looked as though he knew the first thing about polite dinner etiquette, without at the same time looking like a llama with a piece of chewing gum.It was proving to be a more difficult task than he'd anticipated.
Just be cool...smooth...everything’s going well, he thought to himself.
They’d managed to make it through the first course: a delicious apple salad with stewed apples and a side of apple chutney. His grandfather had been far too busy putting food in his mouth to make many comments. Caramel dearly hoped this pattern would continue throughout the night. Toffee, while a bit more chatty, seemed to know how important this was to him and kept any questions she posed to a minimum level of embarrassment.
“So,” she said, looking at Twilight. “You run the local library, huh? I bet that’s interesting.”
Twilight nodded enthusiastically. “Oh yes very! The hardest part is keeping the books in order, Spike -that’s my assistant- is always leaving adventure stories lying around. Still, I wouldn’t trade it for the world. We just got some new stock in, mostly fiction, which of course he’s very happy about.”
Toffee nodded. “I’ll have to come by sometime perhaps. Been a long time since I read a good book.”
Twilight smiled. “I’d like that.”
Caramel began to imagine Twilight and Toffee as friends, trying to decide whether this was a pleasant development, or an altogether horrifying one. He decided that he would cross that bridge when he got there and hope there wasn’t a troll underneath. In the meantime he joined the conversation.
“Yes, and perhaps I could show you around the farm sometime,” he offered. “It’s pretty nice, if you don’t mind...well...trees... but if you happen to love them you’re in for a treat!”
Twilight laughed at his joke while Toffee rolled her eyes.
“Well I happen to live in a tree,” Twilight grinned. “So I like to think I’m rather fond of them.”
Caramel felt a strange warm feeling in his chest as they laughed together. It was the same sensation he’d felt when he asked her if she’d go out with him, the same sense of elation from their first ‘date’ and breakfast that very morning. He felt like he’d never stop smiling.
Even Toffee broke down and chuckled a few times. The night was going better than he could have hoped. Eventually Toffee cleared the table of the plates from the second course, and went off to fetch dessert, leaving Twilight and Caramel alone with Grampa Jonagold, and him with nothing to eat. He tapped his hoof impatiently against the wood of the table.
Oh Celestia... Caramel thought. There’s nothing to keep him quiet anymore....
His grandfather looked at Twilight across the table while they waited. She fidgeted nervously under his gaze. He then looked at Caramel, who wasn’t doing much better.
“I swear, you two are cuter than a pair of foal’s boots!” he said with a wide grin. “Lovely couple.”
The complement was unexpected, and though it was somewhat embarrassing, Caramel let out an internal sigh of relief.
He seems to really like her.
“Now, what are your thoughts about marriage?”
Twilight went from a shade of purple to deep burgundy, while Caramel choked on nothing in particular.
His grandfather chuckled and slapped his knee. “Ha! Shoot, ya’ll ought to see your faces, I wish I had one of them fancy cameras. This is too priceless.”
There was a pause.
“Oh...” said Caramel. He forced out a laugh. “Ha..ha..ha..ha good one grampa...Isn’t it Twilight?”
Twilight smiled a bit too widely and laughed. “Hmm, yes. Ha, ha, ha. Good one Mr. Jonagold.”
“Whooo yeah.” He wiped away a tear. “But seriously, ya’ll remind me of Sprout and I.” His smile faded a bit. “That was Caramel’s Grandmother, Apple Sprout. Finest gardener you ever saw, that mare. She could make a rose bloom in the middle of the driest desert.”
It was quiet for a moment.
Caramel looked at his Grandfather. He suddenly seemed a lot older. His eyes had that faraway look they seemed to get whenever the topic came up, like he was somewhere else entirely.
He chuckled softly. “I’m getting old...”
“Old but spry!” said Toffee, bursting through the kitchen doors, an apple pie expertly balanced on her flank. She set it down in the center of the table and carefully doled out slices. “This old coot boring you with his stories?” she asked teasingly.
“Oh no! Not at all!” said Twilight quickly.
“Word of warning, once you get him started you might as well forget any plans you had for the day.”
Grampa Jonagold shot her a look from across the table. “Well Twilight happens to enjoy my stories. Don’t you Twilight?”
Twilight nodded. “Oh yes, I’m always fascinated by stories of from the older generation of ponyvillians. It’s a unique perspective on history.”
The old stallion grinned. “Hear that? I’m a unique perspective.”
“You’re unique alright,” said Toffee rolling her eyes. “Anyway, let’s get a ‘Perspective’ on this pie before it gets cold.” She smiled. “How about it?”
Caramel was happy for the change of subject, his grandmother was a rather sensitive topic. Though he found himself surprised at his grandfather’s behaviour, he seemed more jovial than usual. Making jokes, trading quips with Toffee, being so lively and vibrant. As he ate his pie he couldn’t help but feel a bit guilty for his early assumptions that the old pony would ruin the night.
They ate for a while, the occasional bit of conversation coming in between bites of pie. Toffee had really outdone herself, it was delicious. As Caramel ate, he watched Twilight go through her slice with the same methodical motions he had seen that morning. She’d brought a fork along. They didn’t have any in the house, being earth ponies they couldn’t properly use them. He noticed his Grandfather and Sister stealing occasional glances.
He hadn’t thought about it much, but they’d hardly come in contact with anypony who wasn’t earth born on a day to day basis. So far they hadn’t made much of a fuss about it besides his grandfather’s earlier comment. He hoped the trend would continue.
Caramel couldn’t help but smile when he noticed that almost every bite Twilight took had the exact same amount of apples.
He suddenly remembered the gift he’d prepared. His smile grew a bit wider.
Now...now’s the perfect time! Gotta finish...
Caramel attempted to eat his pie quickly. He shoved the rest of it into his mouth, only to find that the filling was akin to molten lead when ingested in large quantities. He bit back a yelp, trying his hardest not to spit the sweet sticky lava back onto the plate.
Okay, bad idea, bad idea! Act casual! Just chew it and swallow... Act normal.
He attempted to smile around a mouthful of pie.
Oh sweet Celestia it burns!
“Boy? You feelin’ alright?” asked Grampa Jonagold.
Caramel nodded, trying to chew.
“You sure?” His Grandfather put a hoof to his chin. “You look a little red.”
Twilight looked on, concerned. “He’s right, you don’t look well.”
Toffee smiled. “He’s looked like that all night. I can’t imagine why.” She winked in Twilight’s direction. “ I’m starting to think red’s his natural coloring.”
Caramel attempted to glare at her, he didn’t think it was very threatening considering his cheeks bulging with pastry .
“Ekush meh,” he mumbled.
Caramel quickly got up from his seat, and tried not to run into the kitchen, his tongue suddenly feeling very sympathetic to the plight of charcoal. He all but slammed the door open, rushed to reached the sink and quickly spat out the offending substance. He bit his hoof, trying not to yell at the throbbing pain still in his mouth, fumbling to turn the faucet on he took several quick gulps to rid himself of the last remnants of molten pie.
Crisis averted, he made sure to clean out the sink. If Toffee found evidence he’d spit out any of her food, third degree tongue burns would be the least of his problems.
He breathed through his mouth to soothe the remaining ache as he walked over to the cupboard where he’d stored his project. He couldn’t help but grin as he moved aside old farm supplies and cooking utensils, reaching his goal. His heart speeding up as he finally uncovered the small painted block.
He grabbed it gingerly, making sure the paint was dry and wouldn’t chip. He turned it around a few times, checking each side to make sure it was perfect.
Taking a glance back towards the living room door, he could hear his heart now beating in his ears. His confidence wavered for a moment.
What if I screwed it up and she doesn’t like it?... He thought. I’ve never painted anything so small before...or so important. He looked from the door to his gift, feeling its weight, seemingly heavier than it had been before.
Caramel closed his eyes and took a deep breath. He thought back through the events of that day, the good things and the bad.
Hearing the jeering of ponies at lunch?
Bad
Closing the cart?
Bad.
Not telling Grampa about closing the cart?
Bad
Breakfast with Twilight?
Good.
Seeing Twilight standing at the door happy to see him.
Good
He paused.
Oh so good...
This could be a good day, or a bad day, Caramel decided. Right now it was tied. He’d had so many bad days before he could hardly count them all. But he could win this one. He could make a day he’d remember and, he hoped, one she would too.
He turned, and headed towards the door.
Then paused, turned around, and headed right back.
There’s no harm in working on the presentation a bit is there?
He quickly found a small basket and some old wrapping paper from last Hearths Warming. It had little cheery windigos on it, but beggars couldn’t be choosers. He placed some straw in the basket, wrapped the block and placed it gently in the center.
Now, he thought. Now it’s ready.
He grabbed the basket’s handle in his teeth, and headed back to the dining room.
Toffee and Twilight were talking about something or other. He really couldn’t hear them over the thudding in his chest. Something about history, or maybe it was cooking? He wasn’t sure. Grampa Jonagold sat off to the side making his way through what Caramel guessed was his third slice of pie.
He cleared his throat, with more volume than he intended. All of the chatter in the room stopped, his grandfather had a bit of pie sticking out of his mouth as he turned to look.
Caramel felt his face heating up.
“What’cha got there, Mel?” asked Toffee.
“Oh, meh mift mor Mwimight.” Caramel realized he was biting down on the basket handle so hard he could taste bits of wood. He sat the basket on the edge of the table, removing his teeth with some effort and tried again. “It’s a gift,” he stumbled. “A gift for Twilight.”
He looked over at the purple unicorn, whose face was now colored by a slight blush.
“Oh! you really didn’t have to,” she said quickly. “I mean, really, dinner is enough.”
“Oh...” He paused, this wasn’t an angle he’d be expecting. “Well...I didn’t do it because I had too.” He nosed the basket gently towards her. “I did it because I wanted to.” Caramel smiled a little.
Twilight looked at the basket, then at him and smiled back. “Well...in that case I guess I can’t really turn it down, can I?”
He chuckled softly. “Nope, no choice.”
The basket was bathed in a purple glow as Twilight picked it up, carefully removing the block from the straw, and brushing off any lingering strands. She turned it around a few times, before slowly tearing the paper off.
“Oh my...” she said softly.
Caramel’s heart skipped a beat.
“It’s...beautiful!”
It quickly resumed beating at twice its regular rate. His face broke out into an almost impossible grin. Floating in front of her, was the small wooden block he’d spent the afternoon painting, each of its six faces adorned with two little foals performing various actions. A purple one in a blue bowtie, and a yellow one in a clover ball cap. The first showed them running towards the forest, a book held between them. A quick turn displayed the pair sneaking past a large boulder, shaped like a dragon, and beneath that was the two taking turns going under the branches of an enormous willow tree, then helping one another over a creek and under the hanging vines of the willow tree. The final face, which sat proudly at the top, showed the two of them under a blanket, reading as the sun set over the tree hollow they hid in.
“The Secret Tree...” said Twilight. “I loved that book as a filly. How did you know?”
Caramel twiddled his front hooves a bit. “Well...I noticed the salt shakers in your kitchen this morning...I figured you probably liked the story. I have a copy, my grandmother used to read it to us as foals. So I took a chance and made that for you.”
Twilight looked from the small gift to Caramel then back again.
Oh no.... Caramel felt a jolt of fear up his spine. That’s creepy isn’t it? Noticing something like that. I’ve freaked her out, haven’t I? Oh Celestia, I should have just given her an apple or something. She likes apples, apples are go-
His thought were interrupted as Twilight hugged him.
“This is amazing!” she yelled.
Caramel was pretty sure his mane was standing on end. The shock of it left him too stunned to do much of anything. Several thoughts slowly drifted across the surface of his brain, they might as well have been gibberish for as much as he heard any of them. He stood stock still, like a granite statue until something finally got through, he briefly picked up the words “Hug her back.”
He obliged, wrapping his hooves around her as well. She was a lot shorter than he was, his head almost resting on top of hers.
After a few minutes his brain got another message through, this time that he ought to say something in return.
“Oh!” he said realizing he hadn’t thanked her yet. He floundered a bit, not used to accepting praise. “Well...thank you. I’m glad you like it.”
“I love it, it’s perfect.” she said softly.
Toffee cleared her throat.
Caramel’s brain was suddenly kicked back into the driver’s seat, and he realized where he was. Twilight apparently realized the same thing at almost exactly the same moment, as the two of the separated and stumbled back to their seats, cheeks burning.
Caramel coughed in what he hoped was a convincing manner. “Um...so...yes, you’re welcome.”
Twilight nodded, smiling behind the red tint of her face.
Grampa Jonagold eyed the block of wood from across the table.
“Mind if I see that?” he asked.
“Oh..sure.” said Twilight. The small block floated over to him.
Caramel’s grandfather took it carefully between his hooves. “Huh,” he said inspecting the paintings. “That’s pretty neat. What’d ya use? A stencil or something?”
Caramel realized his grandfather was still unaware he could paint at all. He’d been wary of bringing it up, especially now with what happened at the applecart in mind. Still, there’d be no avoiding it now.
Well, he said it was ‘Neat’ maybe that’s a good sign?
“Um...no,” said Caramel, finding his tongue. “I didn’t used a stencil...I found some old paints in the cupboard, the wood’s a piece of the old barn.”
The old stallion looked up from the project and directly at Caramel. “I didn’t know you could do something like this. And you did it by hoof?”
Caramel nodded. “Though, I did the small bits with my mouth...” he admitted.
“How long have you been at it?”
Caramel pulled a nervous shrug. “A few days really...I kind of had a knack for it.”
“I’ll say,” said Grampa Jonagold inspecting the block of wood once again. “I’ve been around a long time, boy, and I’ve hardly seen any earthponies that could paint this well.”
Twilight nodded in agreement. “He’s really got a talent for it.”
He raised an eyebrow. “Why didn’t you tell me?”
Caramel blinked, this was not the reaction he’d been expecting. “Um...It never really came up?”
His grandfather smiled. “Well, looks like you’re a pretty talented pony Caramel! Grade A salespony, and now this. I’m glad you found yourself a hobby.”
Caramel bit his bottom lip for a moment.
Perhaps I should tell him now? He wondered. Everyone’s having a good time, maybe he’ll react better...
“Well...the thing about that is...” Caramel began.
His Grampa raised an eyebrow. “The thing about what?”
Caramel fidgeted in his seat under the old stallion’s gaze. He looked at Toffee, who gave him a little smile.
He took a deep breath.
“I...Well let’s say...just for a moment, that I might that I might consider it as a bit more than a hobby?”
Gampa Jonagold paused for a moment. “How so?”
Caramel fidgeted a bit more.
Time to come clean.
“You remember when I sold out of apples the day before last?”
The old pony smiled at the memory. “Shoot, I couldn’t rightly forget that now could I?”
Caramel felt a sinking feeling in the pit of his stomach as he saw his grandfather’s smile.
“Well...you see, it wasn’t exactly my...’Grade A salespony skills, that helped me...” He winced as the smile faded. “Applejack came up with the idea to make a sign...like a grand opening thing. So she rounded up some wood and paints and I made one to draw in customers. A pony saw it and told her friends, they’ve been coming to me for lunch since then....before that I’d only ever sold three apples.” Caramel looked across the table at Twilight. “To her...”
His grandfather frowned. “Nonsense! What about before that, you sold forty apples that day without any fancy sign. Toffee told me so.”
Caramel stole a glance at his sister. “That...might have been less than true..”
Toffee joined Caramel’s fidgeting as their grandfather eyed them both for a moment.
“Well...he wanted to impress you is all!” She insisted. “So I might’ve...fudged the truth a tiny bit.”
For a moment, from Caramel’s perspective it seemed as though all sound left the room. He was fairly certain that if her were to really try, he could hear the sound of apples growing outside. His grandfather glowered at the pair of them. Everything jovial about him vanished. When he finally did speak, he didn’t yell, but Caramel pulled back nonetheless.
“So, you’ve been lying?” He asked.
“Well, not exactl—”
“Yes, exactly!” The old stallion held up a hoof. “Do you know what I did when I heard of those sales? How much that Applecart cost? What if your sales hadn’t gone up? Hmm? How would I have made that money back?”
Caramel said nothing.
“We’re not in the best of times, boy,” he continued. “We need everything we can get. This farm has been here for decades, and I plan on it being here for quite a few more. If that’s to happen, I need the truth from the get-go!”
“But it worked out for the best!” Toffee interjected. “He found a talent, and he’s even got a job lined up to paint something fo—”
A glare from the old stallion silenced her.
“And don’t you start young filly. You’re worse than him! You’re the one that told the lie in the first place. And why? What did you hope to gain?”
Caramel lowered his head, looking at the floor. “Don’t be mad at Toffee...I asked her to...”
Grampa Jonagold paused for a beat, then looked Caramel in the eye. “Then the question falls to you. Why?”
Caramel felt the ice in his grandfather’s stare, he shivered, ears flat against his head. He wasn’t quite sure how to answer that. He looked back into his memory at the day he’d come home, how he’d felt walking through the door, knowing he hadn’t sold anything. Knowing the entire reason he’d been sent was to get rid of him. That he’d just disappoint everyone again. He felt that familiar feeling rising in his chest, the same one from that morning. The shame he felt when he’d lost the grass seeds, or broken something, made a mistake, injured himself or someone else on accident, the one he felt when he was alone after a bad day.
“Because...” he started. “I wanted you to think I was worth something...”
The silence returned at that. But this time it was different, the anger in his grandfather’s stare was replaced by a look of surprise. For the first time since he could remember, his Grandfather floundered.
“I....I don’t think...” The old pony closed his mouth. “Boy..I...” His face hardened again “Regardless of what you thought. Asking your sister to lie is inexcusable.” He got up. “This dinner is over. Twilight, you should go home.”
The purple unicorn sat, looking at Caramel. She turned to Grampa Jonagold, frowning. “I agree.”
Caramel didn’t think he could feel much lower, but in that moment he sunk so far he
didn’t think he’d ever come up.
“I agree that he shouldn’t have lied,” she continued.
His ears perked up.
“But I think you should hear him out. Look at him, he’s obviously sorry, and if he’s that
concerned about what you think of him maybe you shouldn’t be so quick to punish.”
Grampa Jonagold jerked back in his chair, anger briefly coloring his features. “Are you going to tell me how to treat my own grandson? This, is an Apple Family matter young filly!”
“And he’s an Apple!” she shot back. “Which means he’s a good pony. You should give him a chance to show you.”
Caramel could see his grandfather clench his jaw.
“I know he’s a good pony,” he said in measured tones. “This morning I was very sure.” He turned his gaze to Caramel. “But now he’s not acting like it. Now, Twilight, please leave. There is nothing more to discuss.”
They stared at each other for a moment. Then Twilight turned to Toffee and Caramel.
“Thank you for dinner, it was wonderful.” A purple halo appeared around small wooden block near Grampa Jonagold’s hoof. Twilight snatched it away and floated it gently by her head. “And your gift was absolutely lovely Caramel.”
She offered him a smile. Caramel returned it weakly, somewhat shocked at her standing up for him suddenly.
“I-I’m glad you liked it,” he managed to stammer.
He listened to the sound of her hooves, until he heard the front door shut sharply.
Grampa Jonagold eyed the Caramel and his sister for several moments before he spoke again.
“Toffee, clean up this mess. And do it quickly so you can get some sleep, tomorrow bright and early you’re getting up to harvest the left field.”
“All of i—”
“All of it.” He turned his gaze to Caramel. “And you, it looks like it’s going to rain. Go outside and pick up every apple you see on the ground before the water rots them. If I see a single one left I will not be happy.”
Caramel thought about protesting, but quickly abandoned the thought. It’ll do me no good...
“Yes sir...” he said quietly, as he got up from the table.
His Grandfather got up briskly, and marched up the stairs to his room, stomping more than was necessary.”
Toffee looked at Caramel. “I...” she started.
“I know.” he said. “I know...Well, I’d better do as he said...though it’s not like things can get much worse.”
He walked out the door and into the night before she could reply. He looked out at all the apples that needed to be collected, and gave a heavy sigh.
This was not a good day.
He walked over to the nearest tree, pounding his head against its trunk. The wood was soft from the humidity.
I blew it... He thought. Things were going so well and I blew it. Why couldn’t I keep my mouth shut? I should’ve have told him...
He lifted his head, only to slam it against the tree a second time.
“Blew it,” he said out loud.
“Caramel?” said a voice.
He didn’t need to turn around, he’d never forget that voice.
“Twilight,” he said not turning around.
“Are you okay?”
Caramel knocked his head against the the trunk again. “I’m....really not,” he admitted. “I’m useless.”
He heard her hoof-steps growing closer in the slightly damp soil. “You’re not useless. And I don’t think your Grandfather thinks so either.”
Caramel sighed. “I don’t know what he thinks...that’s the problem.”
He flinched a little when he felt her hoof on his back, out of surprise more than anything. Caramel finally turned to look at her. She looked just as pretty as she had inside, her red dress a bit dirty towards the bottom due to the soil of the apple field. Caramel realized he was still in his suit, but that didn’t matter much at the moment.
Twilight smiled at him kindly.
“Well, maybe you should talk to him?” she suggested.
Caramel let out another sigh, this one more tired. “I don’t know how to do that either...” He turned back to the tree, his head making a resounding thunk against the trunk. “Like I said...useless.” He brought his head up, then down again. “I’ll understand if you want to date someone who’s less of a loser.”
Twilight didn’t say anything for a moment. Then she leaned in, and gave him a peck on the cheek.
“I really don’t,” she whispered.
Caramel looked up in shock to see her blushing, ears folded slightly.
“Goodnight Caramel.” She gave a sheepish smile, then turned and walked away.
There was a burst of thunder as rain began to drip onto Caramel’s head. He stood, staring until he couldn’t see her anymore.
After several minutes he managed:
“Goodnight Twilight....”
Maybe today wasn’t such a bad day afterall.
To Be Continued.
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Thank you for keeping your promise of uploading this! I shall read this tomorrow when I have time.
Well there's the main problem about hiding the truth..once it comes out things always take a turn for the worse before it can get better. I think this would have gone better if Caramel had brought this up after Twilight left. Granted his hoof-painted gift did kinda lead right into the subject which went so very wrong so very fast.
Now we get to wait and see if Grandpa Jonagold will eventually calm down and really talk to Toffee and Caramel about the reasoning behind their actions.
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Having my email spammed 5 times with an update for this, was worth it without a doubt.
Updated :D
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all my d'awww
Worth the wait. This chapter was really good. Now I'm off to bed.
Way to go, very convincing chapter. I like what you keep doing with Caramel's art projects, making them all vague and then BAM! They are perfect for the occasion.
And then Hasbro had to go and give him a girlfriend!
Thank the stars! I was waiting for this update forever!!!
WOO!!
Worth the wait, excellent emotions here.
All of my feels. ALL OF THEM!
I love this story so much.
Hasbro writers why you no read fan fiction
wow this took forever! thank goodness I waited cause this chapter was just enjoyable as the last one
MY HEART.
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I'm officially in love with this pairing.
Please, continue.
Someone needs to tell Grampa to go piss up a rope.
I had the biggest grin on my face when I started reading this.
Oh how great it is to see this story once more 
There are some minor errors here and there but the whole chapter just takes you through a whole array of emotions doesn't it?
From the dinner, to the gift, to telling the truth, and dat closing. 
I love this story so much. 
Ok, that was a really good chapter!
But, one error: His Grandfather got up briskly, and marched up the stairs to his room, stomping more than was necessary.”
Unneeded quotation mark.>
Glad to see this update.
Can't wait for more.
Yay! Finally!
For crying out loud, Caramel, stand up to your grandfather. Get angry! Live the kind of life you want to live, not the life he wants you to live. Don't be so scared of him. What's he gonna do?
385504 BAD ADVICE. Remember New Fluttershy?
Yea, we don't need that happening again.
This was definitely worth the wait of a few weeks! Good show my friend!
can't wait for the next chapter and to see Twi's and Caramel's relationship advance even further!
WORTH. THE. WAIT.
This is without a doubt my favorite fanfic. It's, clean, funny, and so adorable it hurts. Keep up the amazingness!
The only flaw with this story is the short chapters! Everytime I come to the end of one "Darn it!"
Oh well. Looking forward to the next one. :p
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Love this story, I really can't get enough of it.
Good stuff. I want to see more, so I hope you'll write more.
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Caramel should go cower meekly in the corner and do whatever it is ponies ask of him! 
You're absolutely right!
Great chapter, it was well worth the wait! I was starting to get worried that you might have abandoned this fic due to caramel having a marefriend in "Hearts and Hooves Day"
. But anyway, keep up the good work, I can't wait to see what happens next!
Beautiful fic. Absolutely beautiful.
I CAN'T WAIT FOR THE NEXT CHAPTER
I love the story, a nice blend of romance, and comedy, keep up the GREAT work
This is downright beautiful. i await more updates! I just hope it ends happily cuz this has become one of the few pairs I actually respect. And only because of your story!
>update on caramel's light
and then the people of the earth rejoiced and came world peace
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It is the next best thing.
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MY INTERNET SENSE OF SELF-ENTITLEMENT DEMANDS YOU WRITE THE NEXT CHAPTER!
AHHHHH!
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just a tip if its been more than a week peaplle like update notes like half way done or they think well crap i wasted a section of my brain
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Would be fun to see Caramel get home one day to find the 3 Princesses and Shining Armor waiting to have a "talk" with him about Twilight.
I like it a very nice blend of romance and comedy with a hint of mystery with the paintings.
As always, nicely done!! Poor Caramel, I hope things between him and his grandfather get better. I can't wait to see what happens next!!
Squeak... I've been waiting so long.. all i have to say is
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I absolutely love this story.
♫ HELLOOOO IS IT ME YOUR LOOKING FOOOOOR
I CAN SEE IT IN YOUR EYESSS ♪
SMELLS LIKE.... COD.