A Tad Crazy With A Hint Of Magic

Chapter Four/Episode Two

              Exposition!!

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The Next Day

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Twi's POV

That was the best night's sleep I've ever had! Speaking of, my bed is a lot less comfortable than this one. So how did Flick sleep on my bed if he's used to sleeping on this every night? Unless he didn't sleep. Oh well. I should wake up Spike so Flick can have some breakfast. I've made break- no, food before, and the smoke made Ambassador Smaug of the Dragon Nation have a coughing fit.

I walk into my room, having climbed up the stairs during my thought process. What I see there may be the scariest thing I have ever witnessed.

"So then the I say 'No, I won't marry you. For two reasons: One, I just met ya. And two, Your a dude!" Both spike and Flick fell into fits of laughter. "Spike! What are you and Flick doing up at-- What time is it any way?"

"Well, Twily, judging by the rising sun, and the lack of flying pegasi, I'd say around four-thirty A.M." That name. I absolutely hate that pet name. How did he even- no, never question Flick.

"Don't call me that. And secondly, Spike, what are you even doing up at four-thirty?! I can't pry you out of bed with three hooves, magic and a crowbar!"

"Trading stories. And it seems you young mares don't give spike here enough credit, Twily.  Plus it also seems that you all are big shots: The largest supplier of apples in Equestria, an amazing veterinarian, weather manager, elite dress maker, the best baker e ver, and a student of a Princess. Seriously, you guys deserve, like, either a parade or a team of scientists studying how such successful ponies are good friends. Oh and to answer your question as to why both him and me are awake. Well, I never fell asleep so I just started tinkering with something." He finished that long winded speech with a sheepish smile.

"That still doesn't explain how a certain drake is awake" I say with a hint of a question.

This time Spike replied. "Well Miss 'librarian', while he was 'tinkering', something blew up. Thus me being awake, and you can't say anything. You slept through the explosion that led to the neighbors calling the cops!" Wow. That is the only word that comes to mind. Wow.

"Somepony call a doctor! Twi's going to need some ointment for that burn!" Real mature, Flick. Real mature.

"Either way, Spike, please go make us some breakfast. I'm so hungry, my stomach is eating itself." Finally I can remember why I came up here. I could give Pinkie a run for her money in an eating contest right now.

"Actually, Twi, Flick wanted to make breakfast."

"Um...okay. Just nothing too strange." I say with a warning glare as I remembered the time spike made oatmeal with sapphires sprinkled in it and fed it to me.

"Okay" Flick said.

At that I went back to the bed fit for a goddess and slept until food could be shoved into my face.

Flick's PoV

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"Okay, Spike. How do you feel about pancakes and-- lets see here-- ah, orange juice?" It has been so long since I cooked a dece nt meal. I hope-- no-- I won't mess this up. "I mean, if that's not okay, then maybe fish-sticks and custard." Oh my Luna! I wonder which he'll choose!

"Uh, pancakes! Duh, what are you an--" Spike I seriously hope you remember who your talking to before you finish that sentence."--amazing  pony. Hehe. Smart move. You are really showing improvement over that conversation earlier.

"Alright, get me four eggs, two cups of milk-- you writing this down?-- cinnamon, apple preservatives, and any choice gem." His jaw dropped at the list I had given him. "Get to it!"

He'll learn. Eventually.

       Thirty Minutes Later

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"Annnnnnnnnnnd, done! Spike, get maple syrup, three forks, plates, and glasses. " Let's see just how amazing of a cook I am.

After he handed-- clawed?-- over the plates, I piled them high with either ruby or cinnamon apple pancakes. Making sure not to drop them, I put a dab of butter under each and every one with a nice hearty waterfall of syrup for each stack.

"Here's you choice ruby pancake stack, Spike. But hold on, we're waiting for the last member of the family." We waited ten seconds before I grew bored and proceeded to go drag Twi out of my bed.

"Now Twi, you have to get up. You have school in the morning" I said with a scolding tone as I carried her in my magical embrace to the dinning room. As I set her down at her spot, I was careful to position her head where it wouldn't crash into the flapjacks. I truly did try but no such luck as her pretty unicorn head-- did I really just think that?-- fell slap dab in the middle o f her breakfast.

"Come on, Twi stop playing with your food." I said with a fatherly tone as I took a ginormous bite of my glorious cooking.

"Uhhhhhhhh" came a reply from under a sea of syrup.

"Spike, get me a glass of milk and some hot sauce." I command, remembering a not-so-fond memory.

"Here ya go, Flick. Though I don't understand why you need that stuff." I didn't answer as I got a forkful of food and put a glob of sauce on it. Soon after the thing found its way onto Twi's tongue just before I tightly gripped her mouth as to keep her from spewing the terrible concoction out. Soon after she swallowed. Only then did I let her open to intake the milk as quickly as possible.

"Th-that was awful!" she screamed, loud enough to be heard in a nightclub the next town over.

"Well, you woke up, didn't you? Now go get cleaned up. I'll keep your food warm." Only then did she seem to notice the sweet smelling food and goo all over her and our plates. "Well, go on. Unless you are just so awe inspired by my beautiful face there is no need to be in here."

At that she ran upstairs to where I assume the restroom was located.

"This is delicious!" Came a shout from a certain dragon chowing down.

Another Thirty Minutes Later

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"That was the best meal I've had in ages! No offence, Spike." Glad to know I'm appreciated.

"So, Twi, does our contract allow me to go around the town, or am I stuck here?" Hopefully the good food will put me in her better judgment.

"Sure, you can take a walk. As long as you don't cause too much trouble." Wow, she learned how to do the scolding tone quick.

"Deal! Bye guys! See ya later!" I opened the door just in time to be the landing pad for three fast flying fillies that screamed something like 'Cutie Mark Crusaders; Arial Stunt Team, YAY!' Oh, and I blacked out again. I see many clichés and bruises in my future. Oh well. Allons-y!