Chapter 35: Dual Reassurances
Twilight softly nudged a gemstone on top of one of the larger piles, the pure ruby slowly tumbling down the mounds of wealth as it gained speed. At several points, the fiery red stone bounced higher as it hit a particularly high bump in the dragon's hoard. Faster and faster the stone tumbled, until the speed it picked up was actually pretty decent. At the end of the pile the ruby continued to travel a little bit longer along the gemstone floor as it bled off speed, the ruby fighting to continue it's movement. Of course, the laws of physics could not be denied, and eventually, the ruby lost it's gyroscopic effects, and fell over, ceasing its movement. The lavender mare sighed, and eying a sapphire, nudged it too down the pile, and watched as it tumbled away from her.
It had been a boring day so far, and while she should have been grateful for a lull in the action, she couldn't help but to be saddened by the turn of events that caused all of it, especially considering what all of her friends were doing. The brightest shining light of their group was by far Fluttershy and Rainbow Dash. Those two had left the cave as friends, and apparently something in their journey had brought them together, and made their relationship... well... a relationship. Yes, Twilight was happy for them, and yes, it was wonderful news, but the fact that they spent the rest of the day before and today snuggling together in the bedroom was... well... she never thought that she would ever hear Rainbow call somepony her “snoopy poo.” It was sweet, but left a strange taste in the lavender mare's mouth that either made her want to smile, gag, or both.
Applejack was currently in and out of the pantry and dining rooms as she, as the farm mare put it, 'took stock of our inventory of supplies.' That was easily decoded as 'I don't wanna talk right now.' It made sense really. When Twilight found out that Spike had been 'killed' by Sarlaka, which felt like ages ago, she was completely devastated, and couldn't help but cry until the next morning. When Applejack found out that Apple Bloom had been killed, rather than living out her life in peace as they all assumed, it must have brought the same emotions to the forefront, and if this was the mare's way of coping, so be it.
As for Rarity, the mare... well... she had been doing what she could to busy herself in her own way. While Applejack was merely busying her mind with menial tasks, Rarity was doing her best to further reconnect with her magic, and possibly in the most violent way possible. The last time she saw the unicorn, she had taken her sword outside with her to work off some steam, and the sounds of grunting and yelling just outside the entrance had been heard ever since. Sure, in the end it would probably end up for the best, any recovery Rarity could attain would be spectacular, but the reasons behind the mare's drive were... less than stellar.
Twilight sighed as her thoughts went to the last of the mares of their little group. If there was one thing for certain about the mare, it was that Pinkie Pie was actively avoiding her. Sure, Twilight had seen the normally peppy mare on several occasions over the past few days, but those were mostly either forced conversations or all of them were together as a group. It wasn't lost on the unicorn as to the reason behind the shunning, and in reality, it pained her more than anything that she could easily just go up to the mare, and explain what had happened, and solve all of it with only a few words. However, every time she thought she had the courage, she chickened out.
The lavender mare stood, and looked towards the door that Spike had left through, he being the final member of their strange party. Ever since he told them how his early life came to pass, he had become a recluse in his room, shutting out the others' attempts to talk to him. So long ago those horrifying memories were created, and yet, he hurt just as if the events had happened just a day ago. For as powerful and mighty of a creature he was, he still had the most tender of hearts.
Slowly, Twilight found herself sliding down the mound of gems that she was standing on, and upon reaching the bottom, began to walk towards the door before her. She had no plan in place for what she was going to do when she got there, nor did she have an idea what she was going to say when she got in there, but she knew that she had to be in that room, and that was final. Twilight hoped that the words would come to her when they needed to, because she soon found herself grasping the door with her magic, and lightly pushing it open.
Looking into the room, it was somewhat sparsely decorated. The theme of a natural cave floor, albeit with a very glossy sheen, continued throughout, while various tapestries hung from the ceiling, adorning the walls with supposed tales of exploits long past. Dozens upon dozens of intricately made paintings lined the walls where the tapestries did not cover, the artwork on most showing only a slight bit of age. In addition to these, various gem encrusted golden vases lined the walls, giving a sparkle to the entire room.
However, it was the common theme that was the most remarkable of the points of interest. Every single piece of art, from the largest of the throw rugs to the smallest of the candlesticks, was adorned with elements of the three races of ponies. A candlestick would carry a pair of flared wings, the stick carved with the swirling spiral of a unicorn's horn, and the head of an earth pony molded onto the center. Meanwhile, the vases would carry each of the races facing each other, all of them touching hooves in the middle in an attempt to show unity. Even the tapestries carried this theme, for while the ones in the foyer and dining room bore the tales of battles long since past, these showed more peaceful and orderly times, such as the day Equestria was founded.
And in the center of all of these, was a grieving dragon, gazing off at a painting much like the one in the foyer, the only difference being the various colors showing the three familiar fillies was in much better condition.
Slowly, Twilight made her way closer to her dragon from so long ago. Considering how still he was, she was caught by surprise when his deep voice filled the room, “Why does it hurt?”
Catching her breath, she took a few steps closer, “What do you mean?”
There was a slight pause before his voice returned to him, his voice angry this time, “It's been so many centuries since they died. Why... why do I still blubber like a filly whenever I think about what happened!?”
By now, Twilight was right up against Spike's side, the numerous purple scales creating the most powerful armor nature could create. Yet, as she rounded his great form, every few hooves, she saw a damaged scale here, a scar there, as well as more recent stab wounds near his legs. Each wound was a memory; a tale of a time where he was forced, or at least decided to on his own accord, to turn to violence to solve his problems. Sure, many of these blemishes were caused by self inflicted acts of noble intentions, but those were not nearly as common.
She made her way to his front, and began to climb over one of his colossal forelegs. Every single inch of his foreleg was blemished in some way. In most cases, it was a minor scratch against the incredibly hardened scales. However, there were more than a few instances where she saw an area that had a lucky hit piece under a scale, a cut that went through a scale, or even an area where it appeared that an entire scale was removed from an incredible impact.
Finally, she found just the perfect place near the crook of his elbow to curl up into, and with a smile, began to snuggle up into it. It was as if the spot was made just for a pony her size, and it didn't take long for Twilight to get comfortable. Looking up, she looked deeply into his single eye, the other so violently ripped out by his own hand just the day before. It suited his face in some kind of perverse way, the eye patch matching the many cuts, gashes, and scars on his face.
Suddenly, the words came to her, “Because even though you've suffered so much hardship, so much pain, those three are the only wounds that have never truly healed. They're still open wounds, and it hurts every day because of it. Like you said, they were your sisters, and the cut of losing a loved one runs deeper than any other...”
Spike merely blinked at her, the large emerald eye meeting her amethyst ones. Slowly, he settled his head down, further cradling the mare, “You sound like a magazine.”
“Hey, it's true,” Twilight nudged him playfully. Giggling together, the two snuggled up closer, finding comfort with each other. It was still only late afternoon, but all the stress in the world was starting to get to the little mare, and she found her eyes fluttering closed. With a soft smile still on her face, Twilight softly whispered, “I love you, Spike.”
She felt his warm breath wash over her back, his face curled up against her, “I love you too... Twilight.”
Pinkie was bored.
Well, bored really wasn't the right word. Sure, she was bored, but that was more a final result of a series of events caused by a lot of conflicting feelings that she was feeling right now. She honestly just wanted to have some alone time, a strange thing for the mare, but obtaining such solitude was harder than she thought it would actually be. When she first tried to find a place to herself, her first choice was the bedroom that they were staying in, but Dashie and Fluttershy had pretty much taken over that room for themselves, and as much as she was happy for them, she really really really was, seeing the two together right now wasn't going to help with what she was feeling. Add in Applejackie traveling between the pantry and the dining room, and... Twilight in the foyer, that left one last option.
The boring old forge.
Sure, the forge was an interesting place at first, with all of the cool tools and equipment. She was sure that given the right inspiration and time, she could pull together a pretty amazing party. Scratch that, she could pull off the greatest party that this boring and brown world had seen in a dozen years, if not more! However, that required a certain amount of inspiration, creativity, and joy that she was severely lacking at the moment. So, instead of of turning the dozens of hammers into that cake she had been planning on making a few months ago, she merely sighed, and humored herself with stacking them end on end, until a tower literally reaching the ceiling was made, though the question on why Mr. Dragon Pants would have pony sized hammers wasn't lost on her.
Slowly, she got herself up on her hooves, and began walking. As much as she wanted to be alone, she needed to talk to somepony about all of the conflicting emotions going on inside her. It wasn't only the ones for a particular pony either, but all of the emotions brought on by that sad sad story that Mr. Dragon Pants told them yesterday. The worst part about it was that even after the huge explanation, she still had no idea what happened to either of her families, the Cakes or the Pies. Rainbow Dashie would know what to say. Sure Dashie knew Scootalooie pretty well, but compared to Rarity and Applejackie, she was the only one right now that she felt comfortable talking to. Well... she could talk to...
Oh... right... Dashie was with Shy-Shy still.
By now, she had made her way to the entryway, where the flickering chandeliers brightened the room by many magnitudes more than the forge. Thankfully, Twi-Twi wasn't in the room; not that Pinkie didn't want to see Twi-Twi's face, but she wasn't sure if she could, well, FACE her. Granted it didn't matter really, since Dashie was preoccupied with her special somepony, there was reason to not go back into the forge and spend the rest of her long and lonely day wallowing in her thoughts.
And that was exactly what she was about to do, when she heard a grunting through the tunnel leading to the snowy ledge outside. At first, the pink mare didn't think anything of it, and fully intended, yet again, to make her way back into her solitude, but something propelled her legs forward. She wasn't sure what it was; maybe it was the thoughts of companionship, maybe it was the thought of being there for at least one of her friends, or maybe it was just because she wanted to find some way to further forge their relationship, but she continued anyways.
Despite all of the sour emotions, Pinkie giggled: she left the forge to forge a friendship.
So down the tunnel she went. It was funny really, she had passed through this tunnel so many times, and she assumed that it had been passed through by countless other ponies, but the lack of decoration in it was in stark contrast with the rest of Mister Dragon Pants' house. The foyer was heavily decorated with tapestries, the walls and columns having a glassy finish, and the various gems in the center providing a very shiny complement to the chandeliers above. However, this tunnel was nothing but natural earth and stone, the stark browns of the natural rocks creating a uniform blend of earthy colors. It could use some... pink.
First chance she had some significant down time, she was going to change that.
Walking past the initial bend in the tunnel, she saw the alabaster unicorn in front of her, the mare's artificial horn shining in a light blue tint through a fog that had enveloped the mountain. All around Rarity, several dozen diamonds, most around the size of Pinkie's ears, swirled, several shooting from place to place as the mare continued to force the stones to do her bidding. At the center of it all, the powerful mare levitated her sword, the weapon surprisingly not having any sort of magical aura around it, and with powerful discharges of magic, Rarity swung the weapon through the air. Each time, her horn would ignite brighter, and with a strained grunt, Rarity would unleash her magic.
Pinkie was outside now, and with a muffled sigh, gently placed her flank on the cold snow, and watched the elegant unicorn, in quite the literal sense, work her magic. It was a breathtaking scene: Rarity's completely white coat matching the snowy mountain ledge perfectly, and add in the fact that the heavy mist that was all around them, and the blue magical aura was that much more pronounced. It was only her mane, tail, and cutie mark that stood out in the endless field of white, making the graceful unicorn pop that much more. The only other object around that stood out, other than Pinkie herself, was the cold gray of the steal sword...
That was heading straight for her face.
Time slowed as the deadly device headed straight for her, a muffled gasp from Rarity entering the pink mare's ears. Slowly, too slowly for her liking, she slumped herself back, and bent her head backwards in the most uncomfortable fashion. The blade was too close and too fast for her to dodge it in time, but as her chin pointed skyward, she knew she had to try. Finally, the mare slipped on the snow, and with her body completely surrendered to gravity, she dropped that much faster. Just a few widths of a hair away, the sharp edge of the weapon passed across her chin, the blunted edge lightly slapping against her. Finally, Pinkie's head slammed onto the powdery snow behind her, her chest quickly rising and falling in fear as a few wisps of dark pink hair of her mane floated down onto her face.
Gasping for breath, she heard Rarity galloping towards her, “Pinkie! Are you alright!?”
Pinkie didn't answer, the mare too busy replaying that last second of her life in her mind again and again, and how close that sword came to her. It was only when the cold wet snow began to soak through her back that she finally let out the lightest and most nervous giggle, “Heh... that was almost a big whoopsie...”
As Pinkie rolled herself onto her side, Rarity walked closer, and assisted her, “Indeed it was, darling. My sincere apologies. I should have been more careful of my surroundings.”
Taking a deep breath, she got back her nerve, “No problemo! I was just coming to ask if I could... um... watch.”
With a second thought, Rarity smiled back, “Why, of course, Pinkie. I would love the company.”
The two smiled at each other, and as the pink mare settled herself better onto her side, she watched as her friend took a few steps back, gathered her gems and bladed weapon back into her magical grasp, and began anew. Just as before, her movements were as fluid as the river that once flowed through Ponyville, her steps as graceful as the best Equestrian dancers. With every swing, the unicorn put her entire being into the exertion, the deadly blade that threatened her just before slicing through the air with nary a resistance. Every so often, Rarity would do a quick few skips to the side and swung to her opposite side, as if fighting multiple foes. All the while, the gems around her either shot through the air at invisible targets, or acted as shields against imaginary attacks.
To any outsider to their tight group, her moves would've been flawless, but Pinkie knew something was throwing the mare off. Every so often, there was a hesitation in her swing, a slight step out of time, or a gem that didn't quite spin right. If pointed out to said outsider, that pony would most likely attribute it to a simple mistake in her execution, and tell the white mare to work on those steps. Pinkie knew better. Pinkie knew that there was something bothering Rarity, something clouding her thoughts from the drill in motion, and it was these thoughts that needed to be addressed.
“Hey Rarity?” Pinkie spoke, her voice a lot quieter than she expected, “is something wrong?”
Rarity stopped, the gems and sword in her grasp simply standing idle in the air. After a sigh, the mare shook her head, “Nothing. I’m alright.”
Pinkie cocked her head, “You sure? You don't seem alright. You look like you got a somethin' somethin' in your head that's bothering you.”
“I'm perfectly alright, I assure you,” the mare spoke, never facing Pinkie.
The pink pony looked for a few more seconds at Rarity, before she lowered her gaze and began to stand, “Okie dokie lokie. If you say a nothin' nothin' is on your mind, then nothin' nothin' is on your mind. Just know that if you have a somethin' somethin' you wanna tell your Auntie Pinkie, then I’m willing to tell you all about how you're silly for thinking it, even if you are older than-”
“Why did he say that?”
Pinkie looked back up, and saw that Rarity was looking straight at her, the previously levitated items now scattered across the cliff-side, dropped from the air without a thought. Despite the harsh tone of voice she carried, there were no tears in the unicorn's eyes, though her eyes bore the look of desperation, begging Pinkie to give her an answer. Slowly, the earth pony took a single step back, “Who said what?”
In an instant, Rarity's hostile demeanor was curbed, and the alabaster unicorn took a step back, and lowered her gaze, “Why did he... why did Spike say Sweetie's last words... the 'you would have been the best brother-in-law'? I know he had a little crush with me when he was younger, but... I mean... why?”
The pink pony aggressively shook the remaining snow off her her vibrant fur, the chilled powder flying to each side. Once that pesky task was completed, the mare walked up to the white mare in front of her, and with the smallest, yet most genuine smile she could form, placed a forehoof on Rarity's shoulder, “That's an easy peasy one, Rarity. Even I know the answer to that, and so do you.”
Rarity thought to herself for a moment, and let out a gentle smile, “I... I see...”
The pink mare giggled slightly, hoping that the happiness was contagious, “And seeing is believing, right?”
The alabaster mare blinked for a few moments before Pinkie's giggle had it's desired effect. Softly, a light laugh escaped Rarity's own mouth, “I have no idea what you mean by that, darling, but if you say so.”
“I do say so! That's why we have to stay upbeat and happy!” the pink mare smiled. With that, Pinkie began to make her way back into the warmth of the cave, leaving behind both the snowy ledge, and the snow colored mare behind-
“Also, I do have to say,” Rarity interrupted her thoughts, the mood from the unicorn shifting much more positive from the much more pleasant conversation, “while I do find the blossoming relationship between dear Fluttershy and Rainbow Dash simply adorable, I think the little thing you have for a particular unicorn takes the cake, so to speak, when it comes to opposites attracting.”
As fast as a bolt of lightning, Pinkie turned her head back towards Rarity, her blue eyes wide with shock, “Wha... what do you mean? I don't know-”
“Oh don't be a fibber Pinkie Pie.” Rarity had a smile on her face as she gently teased the pony in front of her, “I see the way you walk around Twilight, the way you sneak a peek at the mare when you think she's not looking, how you tend to mellow just slightly when she's around, and how you seem... envious of what our two pegasi friends have together. Why, it might as well be written all over your face.”
“... my face?”
“Indeed! Oh, look at all the wonderful things that are blossoming in our little group of friends. First, Fluttershy and Rainbow. Then, you and Twilight, then... well...” Rarity giggled to herself, “I guess Applejack and I are going to have to break that little string of couples getting together, but it's simply wonderful! So... when are you going to tell her?
With those last words, Pinkie's face fell even further, the thoughts of the events in the dining room a few days ago entering her mind. Slowly, she closed her eyes, “I... she said no.”
The soft crunching of snow signaled her friends approaching presence, “She said no?”
Pinkie turned her head away, “Well... no, but she might as well have. She was so scared when I told her, I thought she was going to shake out of her own skin.”
There was a moment of silence, before Pinkie felt the gentle touch of an icy cold hoof on her shoulder. Looking up, she gazed into the deep azure eyes of her magical friend, a much more reassuring smile now on the mare's face, “Pinkie, darling, if she didn't say no, then she didn't say no.”
To that, Pinkie scrunched up her face, “Whatcha mean?”
“I know you aren't that experienced in love dear, but if there's one thing I know I’m good at, it's that.” Rarity pulled alongside Pinkie, and nudged her flank with her own, “There could be so many reasons she could have been scared. For starters, imagine starting a relationship in a world like this! I for one couldn't imagine doing it myself. Sure, Fluttershy and Rainbow were able to get past it, but think about how hard it would be, especially with what we are trying to do! So don't think that it is impossible.”
Pinkie looked at the pony to her left, “So... what should I do?”
“Well first,” Rarity smiled even more, “don't give up hope on her. She's a little bit of a scardy pony, as you would put it, but she has a good heart. And second, give her some time. Maybe after all of this has blown over, ask her again.”
Smiling now, the pink pony replied, “You think that'll work?”
“Darling, I'm sure of it.”
A/N: I can't think of anything clever here... so... um... yay?
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Twilight must learn to courage and face full life consequences.
This one isn't really an error, it just sort of breaks the flow whenever I see the same phrase used more than once too quickly.
Unless you're British, that Mister needs a period. Also, that apostrophe is cutting pants in half. It goes after the s, and it's up to you if you want to add a second one or not, although it's preferred for you to do so.
I can just imagine everyponys reaction if Pinkie hadn't
: Let's get that mean old Discord and avenge everyone!
: What are we waiting for?
: FLUTTERSHY SMASH PUNY DISCORD
: Ah'm also itchin' to give him a good buckin'. I also want to beat him up.
: How did I even get here?
: Where is Laughter?
: I accidentally stabbed Pinkie in the face.
: ...
fallen overdodged that sword like a pro.Despite the lack of direct Flutterdash in this chapter, the hints were hilarious.
Twilight and her Spike-wikey were awesome to see interacting that like that. I can see things slowly be on the mend. But I think that Rarity and Spike would still have a few unfinished things between them once they see each other again.
Pinkie I felt you pulled of to perfection, her parts were probably the highlights of the chapter for me, LOL to the sword... Especially when she turned her mind toward the two lovers. They deserve a break since they are both injured and can now take care of each other.
All in all, a great chapter that seemed to end too quickly for me… I now want more. (But thats more or less how most of your chapters have left me feeling.)
FTW!
That's pretty much the best depiction of seeing this. xD
So I really did like the angle you took with Pinkie, in that she's actually exposing a vulnerable side of her. It may have been brief, but it worked really well! I mean yes, we see quite a bit of it throughout the story, and here especially is where it comes to shine a bit more. Rarity is pretty much the best for advice, and her advice was definitely good. Pinkie shouldn't give up, because it is true that Twilight didn't outright say no. So there is still a chance! So again, Pinkie's side of things was nicely handled.
And of course Twilight approaching Spike and offering her words of wisdom, and just above all being there for him, were really sweet.
And he actually called her Twilight! 
XD This scene made me think back to when Twilight outright told him she knew he was Spike. 
XDDDD LOL!! Snoopy p-....oh goodness gracious. xD Rainbow, you silly. But that's okay, she can get away with it, you know? XD I think she's earned it. Coming back from the dead and all! Snuggy-wuggy and nibbly-wibbly?
But none the less, the idea of them all snuggly together in the bedroom is just all kinds of d'awwww....
Okay, this is where it's going to get difficult for me. I'm not a big fan of shipping. FlutterDash, I can tolerate, but TwiPie is is out of the question. It is the one shipping pair I dislike above all others. Considering you have that after another shipping pair has been established...
Don't get me wrong; I still fully intend to read this through to the end. I just want you to know that there will be parts that will make me cringe.
When did Pinkie try to hook up with Twilight, anyway? I seem to have missed that part.
I'm bored doing nothing, when I should be doing something... so let me do something!
1413218 She didn't even the whole thing too! But yeah... all fixed up. That said... yeah... well... they'd have to look for the new Element of Laughter I guess!
1413383 I wanted to put in the whole Rarity/Pinkie dynamic in this chapter, mostly because of the reason Rarity iz teh pro at these sort of things (in my opinion at least), so it was nice. Of course, at the same time, I couldn't think of a good lead-in to that sort of thing, so I thought to myself... why not!? I like how it turned out, and honestly, I think those two are probably the best dynamic pair I have in the story (or at least the top 3)
1413514 When writing her, I was afraid of going so "I am an emo pony" in it, but after writing this part, I was satisfied. I think of it as... getting past that "mask" she puts on (like Rainbow and the "totally awesome" mask). And yes, he did call her Twilight this time! It wasn't a stupid typo like last time
1414107 Hey there! I don't think you've ever commented on this story, so welcome! The beer is over there...
And as for your comment, I totally hear ya. We all have those pairings that make us go
or maybe 
or possibly 
. I for one feel TwiShy is one of those for me, but to each their own. Sadly, I've gone too far down this rabbit hole to come crawling back out now! As for when she tried to "hook up" with her... I'm not sure if I know what you mean. If you mean I first began alluding to Pinkie having feelings for her, it was KINDA in Gift Giving, (loosely) where Pinkie talks to Rarity about "protecting Twilight", though it was for sure in Onward Bound. If you mean just ask her out, it was in the chapter Admission and Collapse, JUST before Spike comes back in after wasting Lord Xavier. If you mean when did she do the nasty with her... umm... never! 
If you meant the last one, why even ask? I don't think I ever alluded to them having sexy time.
1414752 You did very well in going past the mask Pinkie wears! It was a great moment of exposing her more vulnerable side, but without going too far. You did very well at hitting the right balance!
Hee! xD I know what you mean by typos like that!
1414752 It was the second one, where Pinkie revealed her feelings to Twilight, that I was asking about. Thanks.
I've never seen anyone use TwiShy; that one never even crossed my mind before...
Actually, I did post a comment in here once before, when Mr. Dragon Pants welded Rarity's new horn into place. I pointed out a factual error: it's impossible to weld a diamond under those conditions because diamonds are flammable. They catch fire between ~1400-1900°F (~800-1000°C). The horn would have been vaporized. He would have either needed air-free conditions (which would have been impossible due to Twilight's magic already being occupied) or used a different material. I suggest quartz.
1415243 I honestly believe that Pinkie does wear a kind of mask. Sure, she isn't emo Pinkie or psyco Pinkie, but let's face it... NOBODY is that freaky happy all the time.
1415343 You did? *proceeds to flip through comments and comments* Umm... no you didn't. Just checked. Maybe it was lost in translation, and when you hit "add comment", it didn't work? Hmm.
Anyways, I did KINDA explain the whole "attaching the diamond horn" thing...
That was kinda the point of those lines. Sure, I wasn't sure what temperature it burned at (it's carbon based, so I knew that much), but I knew for a fact that it didn't melt... sooo... SUPERGLUE!
1415388 I do believe that she is a genuinely happy pony, but that's true! No one could possibly be THAT happy all the freaking time. She wants to make others smile, but hides her own pain inside because the last thing she wants to do is burden others. If she does, they won't be smiling, and she won't be making them smile. That'd pretty much hurt her.
Just to offer a counterpoint I really like the Twinkie pairing you have here especially in the way you are handling it (Pinkie trying so hard to impress Twilight even going so far as to act OOC, such as eating "normally", and Twilight being clueless and confused is so IC). While it is not my favorite pairing (traditionally that is PinkieDash) it is a close second and I find it to be a pairing that is great for bringing out funny situations in a sitcom sort of way. Heck while they may not be paired as a couple in comics all the time there is a reason why Pinkie and Twilight are used so much together in fan comics because their interactions are just classic.
Tables are being flipped, and laptops are being thrown.
Not many developments, but their very good ones as well. Small chapter, but important.
Rainbow gettin' too lovey-dovey is not my preference
don't get me wrong, I love her being sensual and gentle and tender, but saying "snoopy poo" is definitely out of character 
I'm with Twilight in this one. Just... Weird. I have been in a relationship once before, but not once did I ever have an urge to call her a pet name. Am I in the minory in this?