Happiness in the Heart of the Forlorn

Nurse Redheart sat across from Pinkie Pie, their eyes dead-locked on each other, not knowing how to begin "The Talk of Feelings" - the name they had crisened to this event - this continued for minutes, until Pinkie Pie blinked, and began smiling. Redheart raised her eyebrow, and spoke.

"Erm, shall we begin?"

"Why, of course! I've only been waiting because I thought that you just weren't ready," replied Pinkie Pie.

After Pinkie uttered those words, she burped.

"Ooh, sorry! Too much fizzy-pop, I guess," Pinkie Pie said, her signature smirk making its way across her face.

Redheart looked down, and grinned. She began to cover her face due to the fact that she found this immature act rather humorous, and not aberrant in its nature. But, of course, this was Pinkie Pie after all.

"See! See! You find me funny!" Pinkie Pie had yelled-out, herself pointing a hoof in excitement at Redheart.

Nurse Redheart kept chuckling, and a tear let itself out of her eye.

"Alright, Alright. Maaaaybe you are funny. It's just that I kinda don't like the kind of humor that you use. i mean, a lot of ponies like it, it's just, there are times where it makes things really, really weird. But, in truth, you are... well, hilarious," replied Redheart while she was still chuckling under her breath.

"Well, I'm sorry that you don't like my humor. Perhaps we can change that some day," said Pinkie Pie.

"Yeah, maybe," mumbled Nurse Redheart, her smile fading away.

The room got quiet again, but so that this meeting wouldn't be for naught, Nurse Redheart posed an important question.

"Pinkie Pie, may I ask something of you?"

"Of course, Redheart. I'm already trying to help you with your feelings," said Pinkie Pie.

"You don't have to change it now, but I'd really be happy if you'd change your outlook on these meetings. Perhaps you could be a tad bit more mature? Maybe even a bit more serious?" perused Nurse Redheart.

"Well, I can try, but I really can't guarantee it," answered Pinkie Pie, herself doubting the likelihood of it.

At those words, Nurse Redheart let go of her stiffened composure, and began to breath in a bit more of a lax manner. Pinkie, in all of its suddenness, placed her hooves underneath the chair she was sitting on, and procured several chocolate-chip cookies. She placed the cookies on the table that sat in between the two.

Pinkie Pie hung her head a tad bit as the words that she had begun to speak saddened her.

"I wasn't able to bring the punch," Pinkie continued, "I couldn't of hidden the bowl of it AND some cups under this chair."

Nurse Redheart put an odd expression upon her face, not remembering that she said that she was fine with the cookies and punch.