My Roommate Is A (Rather Ditzy) Changeling

"So, this is your room at the castle?" Mints asked, looking at the rather large room he was in. It was an open spaced design with a couch, coffee table and TV. There was a kitchen area and a balcony. The room had various shelves with loads of nick knacks on them: ship in a bottle, paintings, drawings, old computer parts, family photos, awards, and other trivial items. Hanging from the rafters of the room were other interesting objects: maps of the solar system and all things astronomical.

"Yeah, I live here. It's a just a touch better than the regular guard accommodations," Flame joked.

"Really? I didn't know the guards got such nice rooms!" Mints exclaimed, not picking up on Flame's sarcasm.

"I was joking around," Flame replied, sitting down on the couch. Mints flopped down next to him, looking at all of Flame's stuff.

"Wow, you sure have a lot of stuff!" Mints stated, looking at a painting on the wall.

"Indeed, I painted that one myself," he informed Mints, looking at the painting.

"But you're just an earth pony..." Mints replied in a confused manner. The painting in question was one of Luna and Celestia laying down on a couch, staring at the viewer, giving them "Bedroom Eyes".

"Yeah, and? Just because I don't have magic doesn't mean I cannot be good at writing," Flame replied, looking over at Mints.

"Well, it's just unusual for an earth pony to be so good at painting or writing with their mouth," Mints stated, looking back at Flame.

"I don't use my mouth, I use my hooves. It's a form of magic, I guess. It involves quite a bit of concentration." Flame corrected him. Mints was genuinely surprised: He didn't even think it was possible for earth ponies to learn magic in any form.

As Mints contemplated whether or not it was even possible for earth ponies to learn magic, his stomach grumbled.

"Looks like you're hungry. I guess I better start cooking. How does spaghetti sound?" Flame asked, standing up and trotting over to the kitchen.

"I wouldn't mind spaghetti. Sounds nice, even though I really don't have much use for pony food. Changelings run on love, y'know?" Mints spoke as he trotted after Flame.

"I once heard that Changelings could use pony food as a substitute for love, or simply consumed the love produced in making the food. Either way, if you try to bite my neck I'll break yours." Flame threatened, putting water in a pot and setting the pot on the stove.

"I won't bite you, I promise," Mints replied innocently.

"Good. Can you hand me some spaghetti noodles? They're in the cupboard over there," Flame asked, pointing to a tall wooden cupboard next to the refridgerator.

"Sure thing," Mints cheerfully replied, trotting over to the cupboard. He levitated the cupboard open, but noticed that around the corner lay a spiral staircase that lead up. He grabbed the spaghetti and tossed it over to Flame, and trotted up the stairs curiously.

Upon trotting up the stairs, Mints was met with a rather large library. Not one anywhere near the size of Canterlot's library or Ponyville's, but large nonetheless. The library was arranged in three areas: Adult, fiction, non-fiction. The two most populated sets of shelves were adult and fiction, oddly enough.

Mints, being the most indecisive reader of all time, simply settled on the nearest book with pictures. He didn't read the title, he simply opened it. What he found, well, he regretted his decision.

"What the hell are you doing?!" Flame shouted from the spiral staircase.

"Uhm, nothing!" Mints dropped the book to the floor, blushing furiously. He scooted the book under a small reading table.

"Don't go snooping around my library without my permission," Flame stalked away down the stairs.

"I'll be right there!" Mints quickly picked up the book and put it in a saddlebag.