Coffee. The single most important element in the periodic chair. The most intoxicating of all non-intoxicating beverages. The most glorious of all black drinks.
Twilight understands all of this. She knows that coffe is special. However, what will our favorite purple, magical, student-of-PrincessCelestia, librarian do when she is confronted with a less than stellar cup of coffee?

(Not Twilicorn cause it's past midnight and I wrote this in half an hour. I. Too tired to care about wings. Sue me. Actually, don't. I can't afford it)

A human. An infant that Fluttershy adopted is now all grown up.
Through his life, he began to understand what made him different. The more he understood, the more he found that he understand. With a life of questions, he asks a few of his own. A conversation with Twilight on a moonlit hill outside Ponyville, more questions. Some don't have answers. The others lead to more questions.

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I like the squiggles. Anywho. After serveral failed story attempts, I finally wrote a short thing and I'm posting it before I change my mind and decide it's terrible. This might be my only thing I leave up here.

Twilight is not humanized. No humanization (except for the human). Slice of life due to stuff and stuff. Yeah. Stuff. We all got stuff.