Misunderstood Campers

  The fire crackled as Zecora and Nightmare Moon held their marshmallows over it. They were sitting on the logs for hours now, with nothing to do, except for roasting marshmallows.

  "So...you like dubstep?" Nightmare Moon asked, breaking the boring, and awkward, silence that went on for hours.

  Zecora seemed to ignore Nightmare Moon, but she looked up after a seemingly long minute or two and pulled her marshmallow away from the fire.

  "Dubstep, I do not like, or dislike it. I do not care for it at all, not one bit," she finally said.