Big Macintosh's Big Fat Wedding

Big Macintosh's Big Fat Wedding

by neorenamon

Twilight wandered to the kitchen to check on how Pink Lady was doing.  He noticed that she was fussing over the stove while she waited for the water to boil, and she was also preparing a tin of tea by placing the leaves into a silver tea infuser.  The tight woven wires kept the leaves inside while the water was free to circulate through.

She glanced over her shoulder as she said, "May I help you, marelady?"

"It is rather bad to see," she replied evenly, "how he treats you so badly."

"It's nothing," she replied, "I am a lowly servant."

"My sensibilities are torn," she replied, "when decency is so worn."

"I'm... not the best of servants," answered the maid as she looked down, "Goldrennette only keeps me around because we are... sort of related."

"Then that should make me more terse," she mused, "that Goldrennette should treat you even worse."

"Well," she blushed as she continued, "I am but a bastard filly by his father.  He had a couple of bastard foals by mares other than his wife."

"Then it surely seems to me," replied Twilight, "that you should be in the family."

"It... it just doesn't... work that way..."

"While that is something that I can see," she answered, "that's surely how it should not be."

"Thank you, marelady, but I'm not even sure that Celestia herself can change such a thing.  It's too deeply a part of the ways and manners of the lords and dames of Canterlot itself."

"While you may have come from a fling," she mused, "perhaps I should still say something."

"Oh, it's surely not so bad," she replied, "He pays me a modest allowance and I have a room I can share with a couple other maids.  It's better than trying to live on my own.  While Canterlot is a grand place, it's not necessarily the safest place for a single mare like myself."

Twilight walked over and took her hand.  "If you should ever change your mind," she said softly, "I can offer you employment that is more kind."

"I shall... keep that in mind... marelady."

Twilight nodded as she smiled and placed the infuser into the silver tea pot while Pink Lady poured in the boiling water from the black iron kettle on the stove into it.

"Pink Lady?!" called the stallion from the living room, "What is keeping you?!"

"With a Princess she is talking," replied Twilight, "or at me are you squawking?!"

"Oh," he answered, "Surely a Princess may speak to my servant as she pleases."

"When the tea is prepared," she mused aloud, "you shall know how it fared."

While waiting for the tea to finish brewing, Twilight watched her collect the Honey Pot as well as whole cream from the Apple's home ice box.  Then Twilight's horn glowed as the cupboard opened, and the pot of sugar cubes floated over to the counter along with a slightly tarnished silver serving tray.  A small lemon and lime were retrieved from a fruit basket and magically sliced into wedges as they settled onto a plate.  Several porcelain cups and saucers floated over as well from the other cupboards.

"While I appreciate all the assistance," said Pink Lady, "It's really my job to do it by myself, marelady."

"And yet as a regal Princess," mused Twilight, "I can decide what is the process."  She softly smiled at the maid.

So Twilight carried the tray out into the living room as the maid followed.  She noticed that while they were in the kitchen, that Jifar had entered the room, sat across the knees of Big Mac, and cuddled with him while Goldrennette seemed to be focused on his drawing board.  Yet she could see his glare when he looked past Twilight as she walked into the room.

The maid made her way around so that she could begin preparing the tea for Goldrennette and Ananarennette.

"We pay you to do your own work," he grumbled.

"The Princess was rather insistent that she help, my lord.  It's not my place to contradict her wishes in this matter."

Twilight smiled as he looked at her, as she knew well he wouldn't challenge her right to make her own decisions.  She was worried about what might happen to the maid once he felt that they were out of her hearing range, however.

"It seems that the groundwork for the shield has been finished," he said as he sipped his tea, "It seems it just needs to be taken back to Canterlot for final approval and registry with the Heraldic Society of Canterlot."

"Well, it's gettin close ta dinner time," replied Big Mac, "and I would love ta have ya stay here for the night so ya can enjoy all the fine food there is ta offer."

"If you have the room and it's not much trouble," he replied, "That would be fine."