Picture Perfect Personalities
Spike was walking down through Ponyville carrying two big bags of groceries. He always had to do the hard household work whenever Twilight was in one of her reading fazes.
He finally reached the library. The drake trudged in feeling awfully tired all of a sudden, he set the groceries down on the kitchen counter and headed upstairs. He walked into the room him and his sister/friend shared, threw himself in his basket, and tried to catch some Z's.
"Did you bring the groceries, Spike?"
"Yeah, Twilight. I did. Oh, and here's your change." Spike took out a small burlap bag and took out a few bits, counting them. "9 bits, catch!" He was going to throw the bag in Twilight's direction, but was interrupted when he burped up green fire and smoke, which came with a scroll, that bonked him on the head. "Oh, yeah. Twilight, the Princess sent you a letter!"
Twilight sighed and sat up from her bed, putting down the book she was reading about pony hormones and biology. "Toss it, please." Spike threw the sack at her. "I meant the letter, Spike." She had a 'are you serious' face on, in which Spike smiled sheepishly. He threw the scroll at her, which she caught with her left wing. "Thank you, Spike. Here," She threw the bag back at her brother, who, because he's Spike, caught it with his belly. "you can keep the change, Spike. Go play with The Cutie Mark Crusaders. Buy them some ice cream like a gentlecolt or a gentledrake, okay? I know it doesn't sound like me, but...you work hard, you haven't had a break in a long time. So go play."
"Uh, alright, Twilight. Thanks?" Spike took the bag, got out of his basket, and waved 'bye' to Twilight. "Do I have, like, a curfew or something?"
"Hmm. Alright here's what's going to happen, you're going to play with the Crusaders, and you'll come back whenever you finish you're ice creams, but not too late, got it? Good. Now skedaddle, you."
