Discord floated whimsically around the room, his motions flowing like his train of thought. "Now, Twilight dear, did you not yourself say "Blah blah blah plot, theme, setting, characters, conflict? Hmmm?"
"Yes, well, a story does need those five elements to truly be a story."
"Unless you're doing experimental stuff, of course," Discord quickly added.
"Yes, Discord, unless you are writing experimental "stuff"," Twilight confirmed, rolling her eyes.
Stretching out like a cat upon her desk, he continued with a yawn, "Well then, I do believe our little writing exercise endeavor would be cosidered a story, would it not?"
Twilight gave him a quizzical look. "Well, I, uh... No! No! I will not stoop so low! Failing to write a story is not a story itself!" She harrumphed and crossed her forelegs crossly.
Discord chuckled, rolling off the desk and partially onto the purple pony's lap. "Really?" he asked, looking up at her as if expecting a belly rub. Twilight brushed him off of her onto the ground, where he turned into a popsicle and melted into the floorboards.
Reappearing as a mural on her ceiling, he laid out his argument: "Setting!: Your tree house, which technically is a library, but you're a megalomaniac who hordes all the books for herself." Twilight looked up at him, gritting her teeth at the accusation, but said nothing.
"Conflict!:" he continued, "We have no clue what to write. Characters!: The handsome draconequus and the dorky but sorta okay princess of books and lameness."
"I'll take that as a compliment, I guess?" the librarian muttered.
"He had fallen from the ceiling and now stood upon a soapbox.
I'll?!
Discord, the last time I let you write a story about us, I slipped on no less than three banana peels!"
"Oh, Twilight, dear friend, do you not trust me at all? That hurts. That hurts right here!" he said, pointing to his...
"Discord, that's your spleen."
"Exactly! Draconequi feel emotions in their spleens. That's common knowledge! Geez, and I thought you were a scholar."
Twilight chuckled, rolling her eyes. "Fine, you can help write the story. Just don't make it too crazy."
"Oh I'll only add one sentence at the very end. Deal?"
Twilight nodded. "Deal."
"Oh goody! Well, go get your typewriter and let's begin!"
Twilight double took. "Typewriter?"
"Well sure!" he replied. "One of Equestria's greatest minds is about to write a magnificent tomb, and we want all the world to see it, not just your stuffy old pen-pal."
Twilight winced at this description of her mentor, but nonetheless blushed. "Why thank you, Discord. That's quite a compliment."
Discord broke out laughing, spontaneously growing a knee on his chest which he slapped repeatedly. "Oh, Twilight, you're a real immodest laugh, you know. But--" he donned a monocle, "--seriously, I was referring to myself."
Twilight rolled her eyes with a "But of course," and hopped off her stool, trotting toward her (hopefully gila monster-free) closet to fetch her dusty typewriter.
Then she slipped on a banana peel.
