Pinkie Pie opened her eyes to see sunlight streaming through her window. Next to her, Lucky Clover was still snoring softly. Pinkie was tempted to shout, Rise and shine, sleepyhead! or Wakey wakey, eggs and cakey! in his ear, but she decided against it.

Pinkie quietly slipped out of the room and into the hall. She paused outside Buttercream Pie's door. She could hear sounds coming from inside.

"But Princess Celestia! Sparkleshine Twinklefairy isn't ready to go to the fancy ball!" Pinkie heard her daughter exclaim quietly. Pinkie opened the door.

"Are you playing with your dolls, Buttercream?" She asked. Buttercream jumped.

"I didn't see you, mom!" She replied, running up. Pinkie hugged her.

"Your dad's still sleeping," Pinkie told her. "Do you want to go downstairs and eat some breakfast?" Buttercream nodded eagerly. Pinkie picked her up and carried her down the stairs to the kitchen. Buttercream sat down on her small chair at the table.

"Want pancakes?" Pinkie asked, fishing around in the cupboard for a pan.

"Sure," Buttercream replied. Pinkie grinned.

"Watch and learn, sweet heart." Pinkie whipped the ingredients up in an instant. On the pan, she poured it into two hearts, two stars, and two horseshoes.

"That was so fast!" Buttercream exclaimed.

"Thank you," Pinkie replied with a bow.

They sat in silence for a little bit while the pancakes cooked. The popping of bubbles inside the cake reminded Pinkie of her adventure in Froggy Bottom Bog, many many years ago. Her Pinkie Sense had warned her that something big was going to happen at the Bog. After the Hyrda, Twilight finally believed in the Pinkie Sense.

The Pinkie Sense doesn't happen anymore, Pinkie thought with a sad smile. Well, rarely, anyway. It was a fact she accepted.

Knock Knock Knock! Pinkie snapped back to the present when somepony knocked on the door.

"Let me get that," she told Buttercream, rising from her seat and trotting to the door.

"Hi, Vinyl!" She greeted the caller cheerily. "You're looking young today!" For a fleeting moment, Pinkie thought she saw fear fleet across Vinyl's face, but it was gone when Vinyl replied,

"Hey, Pinkie."

"What can I do for you?" Pinkie asked. Vinyl scratched her blue mane.

"Actually, I'm here to sell slushies. Want one?" Vinyl held up a cup of crushed blue ice.

"Of course!" Pinkie exclaimed. "I'll take three! But why do you need to sell slushies?" Pinkie asked as she gave Vinyl some bits.

"Oh, you know, I'm just looking to earn some extra bits," Vinyl replied. Pinkie nodded.

"I understand! And thanks for the slushies!" She added. Vinyl nodded and backed off. Pinkie waved and then shut the door.

"Buttercream, we're having slushies too!" She called.

When Lucky Clover came down, Pinkie and Buttercream were sitting at the table eating their pancakes and drinking their slushies.

"Pinkie, this isn't the healthiest meal," he pointed out as he sat down at the table. Pinkie smiled.

"I couldn't turn down Vinyl Scratch! She was going door to door selling slushies!" Pinkie pushed a slushy towards Lucky Clover. He smiled.

"Oh, Pinkie." They all laughed.

~

"Lucky, I'm going out to the market to get some more peaches!" Pinkie called.

"Alright!" Lucky Clover shouted back. Pinkie headed out the door and down the street to the market.

"Howdy, Pinkie!" Applejack called from an apple stand.

"Hi, Applejack!" Pinkie exclaimed, hugging her friend.

"Wanna buy some apples?" Applejack asked. Pinkie shook her head.

"Super duper sorry, Applejack!" She told her orange friend. "I came to pick up some peaches." Applejack nodded.

"S'okay, Pinkie," she replied, tilting her hat back. "See you later."

"Yeah! See you!" Pinkie waved as she walked down the street.

After buying the peaches she came for, Pinkie decided to look around the market.

"Do you want to receive mailman about news in the tomato market?" One pony asked Lyra Heartstrings. Pinkie tuned in to the conversation.

"Sure," Lyra replied.

"Alrighty! Now, we first need your address." After Lyra gave her address, the pony added, "Now your birth date." Lyra hesitated.

"March 23, 977." Pinkie gasped. Lyra had told her that her birthday was in 990, not 977! Pinkie turned to look at Lyra. When they made eye contact, Pinkie knew something was up. Lyra mumbled something to the salespony and rushed off. Pinkie scrunched her forehead in confusion.

"Bon Bon!" She called across the marketplace. Bon Bon looked up from her stall.

"Yes, Pinkie?" She asked.

"What year was Lyra born?" Pinkie asked. Bon Bon frowned.

"I think she said 986. Why?" But Pinkie was already galloping away to her house.

Author's Note

When Nightmare Moon returned, it was the year 1000. This story takes place roughly around 1025 AD (After Defeat), so Pinkie would be about 35.
Also, I'm not sure what to tag this. It's nostalgic in a sense, but I wouldn't call it Sad. It's not a world-changing Adventure, but it isn't a normal Slice-of-Life either.