Someone's Gotta Giveby Terra_UnigurlChaptersHow's it been?Wings and CakeSweetHow's it been?“And…that’s it.” Twilight sighed. Twilight stared at the very short, very exuberant-less letter to her mentor. Remembering how she stressed about the importance of a similar scenario, it was almost surreal that once again she was worrying about sending it on a warm picture-perfect day in her vacant library. It’s not as if Celestia was anticipating her reply urgently. And it’s not anything shocking or disastrous. My most faithful student Twilight Sparkle,how’s it going? read the message. At first, the unicorn was thrilled that Celestia actually sent a regular letter. About a month ago, Twilight began to loosen up a lot more than even she expected. She hung out more, talked more, and was more social. More social in which she sent Celestia a random letter that had nothing to do with friendship or a crisis. In her hindsight, she believed shouldn’t have sent Celestia such a letter but was surprised by Celestia’s response. She wanted to hear more, especially since they didn’t have time to talk at the other face-to-face visits. But thanks to this newfound freedom, she inadvertently left nothing out in her letters about the daily activities in Ponyville. So on a day were nothing has happened… Nothing much. was the only reponse that can sum up the day. That’s it. The mare paced around her books, thinking. What does Celestia know? Big Macintosh is branching out more, even so much as to let the Crusaders do some chores for him so he can take a break. Twilight herself had decided to be Ms. Cheerilee’s substitute teacher from time to time (at the expense of the students). Rainbow Dash is actually being monitored by the WonderBolts for preliminary consideration. What doesn’t the ruler know? Pumpkin cake said “Pinkie!” for the first time…wait she does know that. Twilight groaned, almost ignoring the familiar sound of a hoof knocking. Her eyes lit up at the voice afterward, not even letting the visitor finish before opening the door. “Sparkle? It’s me Tal-ah.” The one thing that had changed was that someone moved into Ponyville. Well, not necessarily in Ponyville, but is seen frequently. “Tali!” Twilight remembered when she first saw her. Zecora was leading her out of the Everfree forest when they ran into the struggling girl. She was tall, brown…and had her horns stuck in the vines. Twilight was…confused at her appearance. But later a much thankful Tali explained that she was primarily a ‘wild’ sheep breed that can have horns despite being female. Though her personality may come from her dad, whom is a rodeo bull. She met Zecora before she moved to Ponyville and decided to do some wandering. Oddly enough, she heard the zebra was residing and tried to find a place to crash for a while. “So good to see you! How’s Zecora?” “The best Sparkle, really.” Tali laughed, motioning to her saddle bag. “Just as long as I help out around the place. Groceries, cleaning, chanting…What about you? Where’s Spike?” The pony cringed, being brought back to the present problem. “Hanging with the Crusaders.” She shrugged. “As for me, you know…same old same old. Tomorrow’s a field trip for the students.” “Field trip?” Tali looked down at herself, then back up. “Like to Everfree?” “Oh nononono. Um…” Actually, Twilight didn’t have a set location or topic for tomorrow. They were doing business as a topic before Cheerilee left for a family affair. Maybe something about a business that they can get involved in… “I think I’ll take them to Apple Acres. Maybe talk about how apples are cultivated…have them bake something.” Twilight gasped. “Cheerilee will be back soon, and that way the kids can throw her a welcome back party with the recipes they learned!” She bounced, ignoring her friends giggles. “That would be great! We cover a subject, the kids could have fun, we’d be making sweets…” “Be getting sweet with Macintosh.” Tali smirked as her magical friend froze in place, then proceeded to have the once open door slam shut. The ewe rolled her eyes. “What?” “I told you, only you about that Tali.” Twilight rolled her eyes. “Anypony could have heard you..” “Because plenty of ponies hang out around your library,” Tali blinked at the unicorn’s scowl. True, the library is mostly deserted unless somepony needs the space, but it’s still public access. “Which is the coolest place on Equestria, mind you. We should check for reporters.” “Haa…” she mocked, but looked outside briefly. The day was too beautiful for her to be inside, but she can only imagine just who has been out in the sun all day bucking apples. She couldn’t dispute the interest in the farm stallion. But right now it’s just an interest, a fascination. She didn’t swoon or sigh at the thought of her best friend’s older brother seeing her as more than just one of his sisters’ friends…there’s a diary for that. “Hilarious…so what brought you here?” She hoped it was something she could send to Celestia. Something better than ‘my friend teasing me about a crush’ to put on paper. “Character introduction.” “Huh?” “Remember that Pegasus I ran into?” Twilight paused, but went along with the discussion. “The one you floored?” “…Haha. Yep, I decided to apologize today.” Tali tilt her head. “He asked me to lunch.” The mare blinked, wondering if she heard right. “You almost injured some guy, run off without saying anything, say sorry days later…and he asked you out?” She couldn’t understand it. The dating world. It had too many complications for mares. To ask or be asked, what to wear, to talk about. And then this: complete random occurrences that somehow just happen. No amount of studying will ever prepare her for it. “Pretty much, so I’m going to meet him at Sugarcube Corner tomorrow. When you’re done being lecturer, mind stopping by to get a look?” “Of course!” At least there was something she can put in the letter now. “Introduction, alright…Speaking of which, I got to stop by Apple Acres to make sure I can do the trip.” She walked Tali out, making sure to lock the door. The sun was just about to set, and Twilight wanted to at least be back by night. “Plus, I can pick up Spike while I’m at it.” “Very good excuse.” Tali reasoned, walking with her. “Maybe talk to him for a bit? Ask him to help out?” “Maybe.” Twilight pondered. “By the way, finished the book yet?” “The Daring Doo one? Nope, but good recommendation. Granted, the only other books I read are about herbs.” She turned abruptly. “And this, Twi, is where we have to part ways. See ya!” Twilight watched her gallop away, yelling her goodbye back. She looked at the apple adorned gates at teleported as close to the barn as she could. When she opened her eyes, she was faced with the one pony she least expected to see. “Rarity?” Without a doubt it was the pristine pony in front of her, surprised as much as she was. Actually, she didn’t look too pristine right now. She looked outright dirty, splattered with what Twilight assumed was dirt and hay. Rarity stammered for a moment before darting in the opposite direction. “Wait! Ra-” “Let her go Twilight,” the pony she actually expected to see, Applejack, stepped out of the barn shaking her head. “She not going to stop till she’s home I reckon.” Leaning up against a barrel, she watched as Rarity’s distanced increased. Twilight joined. “What happened?” she asked the earth pony. But Applejack’s gaze didn’t leave the fashionista’s retreating figure. “Why didn’t she say hello?” Still nothing. “Did you get her that dirty?” “Sorta.” She replied. “Did…did that start a fight?” At that accusation, she snorted. “I didn’t start it.” “So…what…” “Twi, I don’t want to flap my mouth about this.” She smiled warily. “Not now anyway. Besides, when are me and Rarity not at eachother’s tails about something? What can I do you for anyway?” The smile didn’t reach her eyes, Twilight noticed. But if Applejack wasn’t going to talk… If only I had Pinkie… “Well, I was wondering about how to introduce business in my class tomorrow. Granted Diamond Tiara gave a lovely presentation about her father’s industry-” “More like ‘boring’ snoozentation!” Scootaloo braked her scooter short of the two, the other Crusaders in tow along with… “Spike!” Twilight rushed over to the limp dragon. “Are you okay? Are you hurt?” “Nope.” Right then did Twilight realize just whom was carrying her number one assistant. Perhaps it was when they first met at this very farm, but she paid no heed. Maybe when Discord took over and, in a rather different state of mind, he gave her a form of affection in one hilarious lick. Or even when he tried to help her during her ‘want it need it’ fiasco, when every other pony thought little of the situation. Whenever it happened didn’t matter. All Twilight knew was that from then on, she went from knowing almost anything and everything to having not a single thing to say to the ever quiet Big Macintosh. He smiled, the gesture speaking far more volumes to her that any word can. “Just puckered out.” For a moment, nothing was said. “Oh…” She diverted her eyes to Apple Bloom. At least she can’t stutter talking to a filly. “Too much fun?” “No such thing, Twi. Ah mean, we played for a long, long time but you can never have too much fun.” Apple Bloom groaned. Twilight smiled, knowing that Spike probably had quite some adventure with the cutie mark pursuing trio. She happy that he’s playing with some pony other than her friends and making his own. “But I guess it’s time for you guys to go huh?” She gave her big pleading eyes to the older Apple sister. “Sweetie Belle is staying for the night,” stated Applejack. Twilight wondered just how bad of a fight she and Rarity could’ve had that a trip to the Carousel Boutique is being avoided. Or maybe she’s hoping the unicorn will come to retrieve her sister. “And as for Scootaloo…” Applejack frowned. “Who takes care of you anyway?” “Oh, um, it’s alright. I can totally stay.” The Pegasus beamed. “Which means…” “CUTIE MARK CRUSADERS SLEEPOVER AT APPLEJACK’S!” bellowed the still energized bunch as they ran to the cottage. Their exclamation so loud, a once asleep Spike was jolted into consciousness. “Wha?!” he fell off Big Macintosh, but hovered inches from the ground. “Twilight?! What’s going on? What’s happening? Where’s the cockatrice?” She rose an eyebrow. “Just what were you four doing?” she asked. Spike stammered as she levitated him onto her back. “Ummm..bad dream?” he laughed, nervously. From the cottage came the ominous sounds of arguing, laughter, and something breaking. A lot. “Oh haystacks,” Applejack muttered before turning to them. “Them fillies gonna wake Gran-gran. Big Mac?” “Eeyup.” “Can you walk Twi and Spike back home? It’s abit too dark and I-” More breaking sounds came from the Apple household. Twilight felt herself feeling very warm. “Oh, um it’s no big deal. It’s not even that..” A glance at the night sky stopped her rebuttal. And Applejack was long gone. It was just her and the oldest apple sibling. And Spike, whom somehow fell back asleep on her. “Big Mac?” He turned his gaze from the house, most likely surprised at her addressing him with his nickname for the first time. She won’t lie that it didn’t make her heart race a bit. “You don’t have to walk me home, I’m perfectly capable of navigating myself at night.” “Until you cross a cockatrice.” She stared into his eyes, the faint glow from the house flickering. It took her a moment to catch the humor in his statement. She laughed, hard. Too hard, as Spike woke up again. He blinked, shaking his head as they started the journey home. Other than her mental berating of the laugh, Twilight didn’t speak. Granted, the tiny dragon was relaying to her every detail of what happened from the time he went over to Rarity’s to when they both went to Apple Acres to pick up Sweetie Belle. She listened, but couldn’t focus. Suddenly she remembered why she was at Apple Acres. “Oh, say Big Mac?” she kept her eyes focused ahead. There’s no way she’d lose composure now. “Eeyup.” “Um, I was talking to Applejack about an idea for the class trip tomorrow. The topic is to show how business is handled. I believe that the students will learn a lot better if they watched how you’re family goes about supporting the farm. They can watch and help out a little. It’ll be fun to have plenty of hands ready to assist.” She was able to see her home loom closer. And for possibly the first time not too happy to return to the book dwelling. The worst is almost over Twilight. “Eeyup.” “Maybe even make some treats for Ms. Cheerilee, practice for when she gets back?” She was almost near the flower beds. They grew back thanks to Fluttershy’s help. “What do you think? Is it alright if we stop by?” “….Eeyup.” She let out a sigh of relief as Spike hopped off her to run inside and set things up. I’m in the clear. “Then it’s a date...” She felt the breeze sway past them. He stared, blank. “…that I’ll mark right on my calendar. Not that it’s really necessary since it’s tomorrow…but I still have a lot to do…you know with being a teacher and all but thanks for helping and walking me home and carrying Spike thanksveryverymuchseeyoutomorrowgoodnight.” The door slammed shut, once again as Twilight took her quill, parchment and herself up to her bedroom to finish her letter. I was doing so well! Burying her face in the pillows, she used her horn to scribble an extra detail about today. However, despite her slip up, Rarity’s behavior, and Tali’s news, nothing of today was different. My friend Tali is on a date… she started, careful to explain every detail. Finishing up, Twilight pried herself away from her mattress salvation. She wished there was more to put on the paper, but called for Spike to help her send it. Knowing her luck, whatever interesting comes along will put Equestria in danger. And will reach the knowledge of the princess much quicker than a simple ‘how’s it going?’ reply. The unicorn sighed as the letter burst into green flames. Oh well, as least it’s peaceful. “Sorry for ditching ya, biggie.” Applejack watched as he galloped passed the gates, Apple Bloom beside her. “What did Twilight want anyway?” “School field trip in Apple Acres. Watch us do what we do, help too.” He slowed his pace as they drew near. Apple Bloom gasped. “Ya mean, everypony at school’s gonna be here?” she smiled, bringing up even more energy than before. “Well that’s great I can’t wait to tell the-” “Just wait a minute there!” her sister whispered. They glanced at the still silent house. “This ain’t a free pass for you to play, Apple Bloom. We are going to work just like any other day. Your friends are going to watch and learn, you hear?” the filly nodded. “And you’re not going to wake you’re friends, they’ll find out in the morning.” Another nod. “Now, walk back to the house. Me and Biggie are going to talk about how to handle tomorrow.” Apple Bloom following orders studiously, leaving the rest of the awake family to ponder. “Quite a few fillies we’ll have.” “Eeyup.” He began walking. Applejack followed. “So…they’re just gonna watch and help. Huh, she kinda made it seem like it was so formal.” “Eeyup.” “Better get up bright and early to set things up.” They reached their destination, two shadows splayed over the dark kitchen. “Can’t have them bucking, so I guess they can watch that. Maybe help out with collecting the apples. Of course they can bake a couple of pies…are you listening?” He paused in front of his room, not looking back.“Eeyup.” “Good, because my warning goes to you too Mac.” A smug smile bidded him goodnight. “It’s a school trip.” He closed the door, leaving the still smiling Applejack in the hall. “Very good excuse.” She snickered. Wings and Cake“Thanks for coming!” Pinkie Pie chirped as yet another satisfied customer left Sugarcube Corner. Leaving with the infamous ‘sweet satisfied smile’, the earth pony couple bid her a good business day. The rosy pony giggled, when was there not? She eyed the rest of the tables, making sure a single frown was not present before her eyes laid on a special table. It was empty, but Pinkie didn’t mind. Merely a month ago a special pony told her something that was the most hilarious, random confession that even she was speechless about. It was way past shop hours of operation that night. Silent wafts of pie, cake and cookies were all that floated between them. At first, they had so much to say. But as the supplies dwindled, she and her guest (or at least the guest) was perfectly content with peace. Until the pony blurted. “I like you. A-a lot.” For the first time, Pinkie was happy that she was pink. And that she can play dumb. “Well, I hope so! What kind of friend would you be if you didn’t. I mean is that still even a friend? Or an enemy? Ooo, a frienemy! That would mean the pranks are double the fun and-” her speech was cut off to a kiss. Perhaps the playing dumb part still needs work. Or not. “Good work Pinkie,” Mrs. Cake watched as she bounced back into the kitchen. “Awfully happy these mornings are we?” “Every morning’s a good morning Mrs. Cake, nothing special.” She bounced a cake pan on her nose. “Well, today is the two weeks before BBBB…” The blue pony tilted her head. “BBBB?” “The twin’s birthday, sugar dumpling.” Mr. Cake came in, restoring his basket of muffins. “She’s calling it the ‘big top baby birthday bash’.” Pinkie bounced the cake pan onto the table. In her eyes, this party wasn’t like her other celebrations. As she watched the Cakes she reminded herself that even though they’re her employers and landlords, they’re her family. So were the babies, which was why the party in question was so important. It would be the first of the many Pinkie parties thrown in their honor. Not a random day party, not a holiday soiree, but her family's first bash. And to top it all off, Mr. and Mrs. Cake are helping out. Why of course, she thought. They are the parents after all.And I want this to be super duper special for my super duper special someponies.Out of the corner of her eye, she saw a familiar flash of color pass the window. “Are Pumpkin and Pound up yet?” she asked. “They should be getting up soon Pinkie…” Mrs. Cake blinked, realizing that her kitchen had one less pony present. “Pinkie?” Tiptoeing up the stairs, Pinkie had to contain her excitement for the two bundles of joy. A year, they have been alive for one year! She could hear them stir, mumble and…curse? Opening the door, the cheerful pony took in a shallow breath… And bursted out laughing. The babies were definitely awake and greeting their first visitor with gusto. “Get off me!” the cyan Pegasus slight bucked, but to no avail to her squealing riders. Pumpkin Cake gurgled on the precious rainbow tail that belonged to Rainbow Dash. Her brother, Pound Cake, had taken to making the impatient pony his own child-safe rodeo ride. She tried gently shaking them off again before realizing that the party mare was present. “P-Pinkie?” Her wings flapped out, and once pale blue cheeks flushed to match her friend’s coat color. “Um…this is not...they…help?” Putting a hoof over her mouth, Pinkie watched as her girlfriend tried a little harder to shake off the infants. In hindsight, it was weird how her ‘Pinkie Sense’ didn’t catch on to Rainbow’s hints over the last couple of months. All the days they spent together, the look on Rainbow Dash’s face whenever another pony flirted with her (also the look she gets when Pinkie Pie turns them down…then offers cupcakes), and especially the long silences they would have. But if anything made her laugh about the previous game of ‘ask Pinkie out’ was the constant state of the Rainbow’s wings being wide and open. Turns out that it’s a reflex to a mating tactic amongst winged ponies, as the titular pony explained. Pegasi displayed their wings as wide and open as possible to attract their desired mate. Thinking back to every time those wings were open, Pinkie wondered how awkward Dash felt whenever it happened around other ponies, especially her own kind. Rainbow told her that she would pretend that she meant to exercise them, or at least stay in the air until Pinkie was out of sight.The would-be Wonderbolt didn’t want everyone in Ponyville (or Equestria for that matter) to know that she, Rainbow Dash and self-proclaimed ‘hero of radicalness’, believed in mushy love and was dating. Not yet at least. “Oh Twinzie Winzies?” like velcro, the babies peeled off their captor and latched onto Pinkie. “Whoa, they like you a lot…it’s like they’re addicted.” Rainbow chuckled, resting on her hind hooves as the fuchsia pony leaned in. “Can you blame them?” she nudged their noses briefly, getting another laugh as Rainbow rubbed back. “With a face like that, nope. Not really, though I remember someone fussing over one person not liking them.” “But, it wasn’t just that! Cranky hated me.” “Nah, he was mad at you at best. You’re too sweet to be mad at.” “Aw…you should be in a cupcake.” They laughed some more. Rainbow sighed as she began to lose her blissful high. “Pink? Um…I got a letter from the Wonderbolts.” She kept her smile. “Really?” Pinkie paused…then ran out of the room with the babies in tow. A minute later she ran back up before kicking the nursery door shut. “Is that why you snuck in here?” “Well, no. Actually I did sneak in here but I really wanted to see you one more time.” She stared and ignored the giggle she received when her wings spazzed again. “But this is serious; I’m being put through a preliminary observance exam, or a P.O.E..” Dash flapped her wings shut, fighting off the subtle urge. “P.O.E.?” “Yeah…” clearing her throat, Rainbow couldn’t meet her eyes. Pinkie thought about her words. …I really wanted to see you one more time… “You’re leaving?” her voice cracked, breaking Dash’s fixation to the floor. “N-no, of course not! Not yet anyway-” seeing blue eyes well up, Rainbow Dash put a hoof on her shoulder. “Now, Pinkie…I wouldn’t have started this if I knew that they were going to actually give me a shot..I like spendi-” Pinkie slumped to the floor and kept her gaze there, gaping. “Isn’t it bad enough that I Pinkie Promised to not say anything until you’re ready?” “I’m still not ready.” Wings flapping, the pegasi took to staring at the ceiling. “I’m not prepared for all of this…I…for the sake of Celestia Pinkie I don’t r-regret…” Pinkie blinked, seeing tears fall onto the ground and meet her hooves. Looking up, it was the first time she saw Dash cry. “When…. are you leaving?” “Not for another two months. During that time, one of the Wonderbolts will monitor me here in Ponyville.” She nudged her nose to Pinkie, trying to laugh. "Crazy timing huh? I mean, at first I thought that the Bolts weren't looking at my letters, or that because I'm the Loyalty element that they don't want to appear to favor Celestia's star saviors..." She tilted her head. "But after the tornado success, Spitfire brought my admission to attention because I actually displayed leadership and promoted teamwork, which apparently was what they were waiting to see from me all along. Pinkie?" "Yeah Dashie?" “Before I become a Wonderbolt, I will come out. For you..and us. I'm not going anywhere anytime soon." Rainbow Dash took one wing to wrap around her temporary room ate and squeezed her closer. The result was a small giggle, since Pinkie was a tad sensitive to her feathers. "I won’t leave you on the ground. And that’s a Pinkie Promise.” Pinkie hugged her girlfriend, for that was all she needed…for now. Sweet“Big Macintosh?” The trip was going better than expected for Twilight. Apparently most of the students, minus Silver Spoon and Diamond Tiara whom called out sick, were eager to be outside in the sunlight. And most of the Apple family was great at demonstration. Applejack kept the fillies busy with tree planting, apple collecting, and baking. Apple Bloom helped her classmates in showing how she, a young pony, helped in collecting apples and identifying good apples from bad. But their brother was nowhere to be found on the farm. Until now. The stallion jumped, much to the amusement of Twist and the pupils. Twilight took in the tempting smells of fritters, pies, tarts, puddings…she had to stop herself from drooling. “I didn’t think you were the brains behind the cooking.” She mused. He gave a sheepish smile. “Not me, but a family tradition.” He peeked back into the oven window. The kitchen was rather large, but Twilight realized that with a family as big as Applejack’s it’s the perfect size. She stood next to him, giving a nod to the other pupils. “So…everypony else is doing okay?” “Absolutely,” the mare nodded. She floated a scroll and quill as she listed off the activities accomplished. Green eyes gazed on as Twilight went further down her list. Other than her freak out, she was the one mare that seemed to have an expansive interest in his sister’s friend circle. Sure, it was reading but she didn’t just scour through books without cause. She did it to improve, perform, learn and understand the things in her life and others. Macintosh admired that, and it was a trait that he wouldn’t mind having in a special somepony. She smiled, but scrunched her nose suddenly. She gasped. “Burning!” He winced, hoping that it didn’t mean…. “The cupcakes are crisping!” Twist’s muffled voice squealed as she tried pulling down the oven door. With the help of a purple aura, the oven door popped open and five trays of cupcakes floated before the students. “What’re we gonna do now?” “Can’t you just bake another set and throw this out?” asked Featherweight. Big Mac shook his head. “We can, but these cupcakes aren’t completely burnt. We have a waste-not-what-not policy.” Twilight smiled. “Okay then students,” the fillies and colts straightened up at her words. Twilight bit back a grin as Macintosh almost followed suit. “This is a perfect time to explore your creative thinking in a plight.” “But,” Featherweight frowned. “I didn’t have my flying lessons yet.” “Not flight, Feather.” Pipsqueak shook his head. “Plight. With a p. It’s another word for a dilemma.” “Extra star for you, Pip.” Twilight nodded. “And yes, we do have a dilemma here. Can anypony figure out how to salvage slight crisp cupcakes?” The red stallion watched as the class murmured, seeing the gears work in their eyes. A red mane filly finally spoke up. “How about cake pops?” She had a small lisp, but Big Mac smiled. “We can remove the burnt parts, mix the cake with frosting, dip them in more frosting, and when they’re done they’ll look like little apples. I know the recipe.” Twilight glanced at him. “Well then Twist,” she lifted the tray. “How about we get started on those cake pops? In fact, you can lead the kitchen on a few desserts…” Setting the tray on the table, she turned to him. “While Big Mac and I talk…about business.” He tilted his head, but followed her to the other side of the kitchen. “Sooo…” “…Eeyup.” He chuckled. She smiled, pulling out her checklist and quill. “Well, that covers keeping them busy for a bit.” She quailed as the foals went into a frosting frenzy, splattering the sweets everywhere. “We are going to clean up afterwards.” “No need.” Shrugging towards the mess, he leaned up against the wall. “Ain’t no different from our Apple family dinners.” “Your dinners get this messy?” “When AppleBloom cooks, yep. But I meant when the family reunion came.” “Oh, well I’m sure that you wouldn’t mind some extra help.” Okay Twilight. Remember what Rainbow said. “Be indirect.” The pegasi boasted. “Some mares-I mean colts, don’t like direct approaches Twilight.” “But how I know when to be direct and when not to?” “Well, for one thing you can’t confess in crowds. It puts pressure on their behavior. You need to get he-him alone.” “A-alone? But…” “No buts, Twilight. Everyone knows, well they should know, about that. Be alone, secluded.” “I…suppose.” “Still not gonna tell me who the lucky colt is?” the cyan Pegasus circled her for a bit. Twilight considered it, but Rainbow Dash was close to Applejack. And she wasn’t Pinkie Pie. “Sorry Rainbow, but I don’t want you snickering everytime you see him.” “So I see him often? C’mon Twilight, tell me! I mean were friends right?” She bit her lip. “I won’t tell anyone. Or even better! I’ll trade. You see Fluttershy….” Twilight blurted, not wanting to get tangled in more than her own love troubles for now. “Oh no! Class is starting! So sorry Rainbow but I gotta…dash. You can tell me about how big Fluttershy’s secret is later.” As she glowed her horn, her flying friend scowled. “No Twilight! Her secret isn’t what’s big, but that it’s...” But the mare only had the grass blades to hear the rest of her words. “Twilight?” breaking out of her memories, she looked over to the stallion. “You okay?” “Me? I’m fine!” she blurted, keeping her eyes on the proceedings. “I just…there’s so much I’m taking in right now. I’m still learning to be more open with my feelings instead of talking to myself or…” “Or who?” Big Mac asked. “Nevermind.” She uttered. He studied her before looking over at the foals too. “Wanna practice?” “Practice?” it dawned on her. He wanted to talk. Big Mac wanted to talk to her. “Okay…um...knock-knock?” His chuckle was deep, as she had imagined. He finally looked over to her, smiling. “Whose there?” “Cash.” “Cash who?” “No thanks, but I love peanuts.” She giggled. His smile broadened, another small laugh came from him. “So did you always joke with whoever it was you spoke to before Ponyville?” “Well, Smartypants was a special friend.” “Special name, too.” He winced as Scootaloo dropped a pile of flour onto the ground while tryingto find a bowl. Twilight sighed, chiding the filly to be more aware of her surroundings. “You met her, when I did the Want-It-Need-It spell.” Twilight saw him tense up. “Your doll? That was…your friend?” “Yeah,” Twilight shifted her hooves. Bringing up her ‘spell catastrophe’ to his mind was probably not the best way of selling herself as romantic potential. “I kinda miss her. We would stay up all night reading or watching the stars. I’d study with her, and play forts with my brother with her. I always had her with me, even coming here…” She flicked her mane. “But I guess it’s been a long time coming to let her go.” “You don’t have to.” He looked back towards the ponies. “I..I can help.” “Help?” “You lost her in the mess at the field. And I…well.” He looked back at her. “I can help you look for it.” “Really?” she couldn’t believe it. They would be alone. Together. “I…yes!” He gave a small smile. “How about tomorrow?” “I have to work, be we can start right after that.” He paused. “Um..Twilight?” “Yes?” “You have frosting on your ear. And flank, and-” A glop of the alleged substance smacked him in the face. The unicorn paled, ducking another splat. Apparently, making frosting from scratch with a mixture wasn’t the best task to leave to smaller ponies. “Um…” Twist and the other foals gave their best smile. “Sorry.” Macintosh observed the splotches of sweets all across the kitchen. Emerald eyes traveled to the coated ceiling, spotted countertops, slippery floors and resting his eyes on the unicorn next to him. “Well, at least I can say it was a pretty sweet visit.” Assorted giggles filled the air, mostly relived. Scootaloo gagged. “Oh C'mon, Scootloo,” Twlight smirked at her audience. “At least it wasn’t in bad…taste.” He laughed harder, making Scootloo’s ‘ugh…really?’ almost muted by her other crusaders’ ‘awws’.
How's it been?“And…that’s it.” Twilight sighed. Twilight stared at the very short, very exuberant-less letter to her mentor. Remembering how she stressed about the importance of a similar scenario, it was almost surreal that once again she was worrying about sending it on a warm picture-perfect day in her vacant library. It’s not as if Celestia was anticipating her reply urgently. And it’s not anything shocking or disastrous. My most faithful student Twilight Sparkle,how’s it going? read the message. At first, the unicorn was thrilled that Celestia actually sent a regular letter. About a month ago, Twilight began to loosen up a lot more than even she expected. She hung out more, talked more, and was more social. More social in which she sent Celestia a random letter that had nothing to do with friendship or a crisis. In her hindsight, she believed shouldn’t have sent Celestia such a letter but was surprised by Celestia’s response. She wanted to hear more, especially since they didn’t have time to talk at the other face-to-face visits. But thanks to this newfound freedom, she inadvertently left nothing out in her letters about the daily activities in Ponyville. So on a day were nothing has happened… Nothing much. was the only reponse that can sum up the day. That’s it. The mare paced around her books, thinking. What does Celestia know? Big Macintosh is branching out more, even so much as to let the Crusaders do some chores for him so he can take a break. Twilight herself had decided to be Ms. Cheerilee’s substitute teacher from time to time (at the expense of the students). Rainbow Dash is actually being monitored by the WonderBolts for preliminary consideration. What doesn’t the ruler know? Pumpkin cake said “Pinkie!” for the first time…wait she does know that. Twilight groaned, almost ignoring the familiar sound of a hoof knocking. Her eyes lit up at the voice afterward, not even letting the visitor finish before opening the door. “Sparkle? It’s me Tal-ah.” The one thing that had changed was that someone moved into Ponyville. Well, not necessarily in Ponyville, but is seen frequently. “Tali!” Twilight remembered when she first saw her. Zecora was leading her out of the Everfree forest when they ran into the struggling girl. She was tall, brown…and had her horns stuck in the vines. Twilight was…confused at her appearance. But later a much thankful Tali explained that she was primarily a ‘wild’ sheep breed that can have horns despite being female. Though her personality may come from her dad, whom is a rodeo bull. She met Zecora before she moved to Ponyville and decided to do some wandering. Oddly enough, she heard the zebra was residing and tried to find a place to crash for a while. “So good to see you! How’s Zecora?” “The best Sparkle, really.” Tali laughed, motioning to her saddle bag. “Just as long as I help out around the place. Groceries, cleaning, chanting…What about you? Where’s Spike?” The pony cringed, being brought back to the present problem. “Hanging with the Crusaders.” She shrugged. “As for me, you know…same old same old. Tomorrow’s a field trip for the students.” “Field trip?” Tali looked down at herself, then back up. “Like to Everfree?” “Oh nononono. Um…” Actually, Twilight didn’t have a set location or topic for tomorrow. They were doing business as a topic before Cheerilee left for a family affair. Maybe something about a business that they can get involved in… “I think I’ll take them to Apple Acres. Maybe talk about how apples are cultivated…have them bake something.” Twilight gasped. “Cheerilee will be back soon, and that way the kids can throw her a welcome back party with the recipes they learned!” She bounced, ignoring her friends giggles. “That would be great! We cover a subject, the kids could have fun, we’d be making sweets…” “Be getting sweet with Macintosh.” Tali smirked as her magical friend froze in place, then proceeded to have the once open door slam shut. The ewe rolled her eyes. “What?” “I told you, only you about that Tali.” Twilight rolled her eyes. “Anypony could have heard you..” “Because plenty of ponies hang out around your library,” Tali blinked at the unicorn’s scowl. True, the library is mostly deserted unless somepony needs the space, but it’s still public access. “Which is the coolest place on Equestria, mind you. We should check for reporters.” “Haa…” she mocked, but looked outside briefly. The day was too beautiful for her to be inside, but she can only imagine just who has been out in the sun all day bucking apples. She couldn’t dispute the interest in the farm stallion. But right now it’s just an interest, a fascination. She didn’t swoon or sigh at the thought of her best friend’s older brother seeing her as more than just one of his sisters’ friends…there’s a diary for that. “Hilarious…so what brought you here?” She hoped it was something she could send to Celestia. Something better than ‘my friend teasing me about a crush’ to put on paper. “Character introduction.” “Huh?” “Remember that Pegasus I ran into?” Twilight paused, but went along with the discussion. “The one you floored?” “…Haha. Yep, I decided to apologize today.” Tali tilt her head. “He asked me to lunch.” The mare blinked, wondering if she heard right. “You almost injured some guy, run off without saying anything, say sorry days later…and he asked you out?” She couldn’t understand it. The dating world. It had too many complications for mares. To ask or be asked, what to wear, to talk about. And then this: complete random occurrences that somehow just happen. No amount of studying will ever prepare her for it. “Pretty much, so I’m going to meet him at Sugarcube Corner tomorrow. When you’re done being lecturer, mind stopping by to get a look?” “Of course!” At least there was something she can put in the letter now. “Introduction, alright…Speaking of which, I got to stop by Apple Acres to make sure I can do the trip.” She walked Tali out, making sure to lock the door. The sun was just about to set, and Twilight wanted to at least be back by night. “Plus, I can pick up Spike while I’m at it.” “Very good excuse.” Tali reasoned, walking with her. “Maybe talk to him for a bit? Ask him to help out?” “Maybe.” Twilight pondered. “By the way, finished the book yet?” “The Daring Doo one? Nope, but good recommendation. Granted, the only other books I read are about herbs.” She turned abruptly. “And this, Twi, is where we have to part ways. See ya!” Twilight watched her gallop away, yelling her goodbye back. She looked at the apple adorned gates at teleported as close to the barn as she could. When she opened her eyes, she was faced with the one pony she least expected to see. “Rarity?” Without a doubt it was the pristine pony in front of her, surprised as much as she was. Actually, she didn’t look too pristine right now. She looked outright dirty, splattered with what Twilight assumed was dirt and hay. Rarity stammered for a moment before darting in the opposite direction. “Wait! Ra-” “Let her go Twilight,” the pony she actually expected to see, Applejack, stepped out of the barn shaking her head. “She not going to stop till she’s home I reckon.” Leaning up against a barrel, she watched as Rarity’s distanced increased. Twilight joined. “What happened?” she asked the earth pony. But Applejack’s gaze didn’t leave the fashionista’s retreating figure. “Why didn’t she say hello?” Still nothing. “Did you get her that dirty?” “Sorta.” She replied. “Did…did that start a fight?” At that accusation, she snorted. “I didn’t start it.” “So…what…” “Twi, I don’t want to flap my mouth about this.” She smiled warily. “Not now anyway. Besides, when are me and Rarity not at eachother’s tails about something? What can I do you for anyway?” The smile didn’t reach her eyes, Twilight noticed. But if Applejack wasn’t going to talk… If only I had Pinkie… “Well, I was wondering about how to introduce business in my class tomorrow. Granted Diamond Tiara gave a lovely presentation about her father’s industry-” “More like ‘boring’ snoozentation!” Scootaloo braked her scooter short of the two, the other Crusaders in tow along with… “Spike!” Twilight rushed over to the limp dragon. “Are you okay? Are you hurt?” “Nope.” Right then did Twilight realize just whom was carrying her number one assistant. Perhaps it was when they first met at this very farm, but she paid no heed. Maybe when Discord took over and, in a rather different state of mind, he gave her a form of affection in one hilarious lick. Or even when he tried to help her during her ‘want it need it’ fiasco, when every other pony thought little of the situation. Whenever it happened didn’t matter. All Twilight knew was that from then on, she went from knowing almost anything and everything to having not a single thing to say to the ever quiet Big Macintosh. He smiled, the gesture speaking far more volumes to her that any word can. “Just puckered out.” For a moment, nothing was said. “Oh…” She diverted her eyes to Apple Bloom. At least she can’t stutter talking to a filly. “Too much fun?” “No such thing, Twi. Ah mean, we played for a long, long time but you can never have too much fun.” Apple Bloom groaned. Twilight smiled, knowing that Spike probably had quite some adventure with the cutie mark pursuing trio. She happy that he’s playing with some pony other than her friends and making his own. “But I guess it’s time for you guys to go huh?” She gave her big pleading eyes to the older Apple sister. “Sweetie Belle is staying for the night,” stated Applejack. Twilight wondered just how bad of a fight she and Rarity could’ve had that a trip to the Carousel Boutique is being avoided. Or maybe she’s hoping the unicorn will come to retrieve her sister. “And as for Scootaloo…” Applejack frowned. “Who takes care of you anyway?” “Oh, um, it’s alright. I can totally stay.” The Pegasus beamed. “Which means…” “CUTIE MARK CRUSADERS SLEEPOVER AT APPLEJACK’S!” bellowed the still energized bunch as they ran to the cottage. Their exclamation so loud, a once asleep Spike was jolted into consciousness. “Wha?!” he fell off Big Macintosh, but hovered inches from the ground. “Twilight?! What’s going on? What’s happening? Where’s the cockatrice?” She rose an eyebrow. “Just what were you four doing?” she asked. Spike stammered as she levitated him onto her back. “Ummm..bad dream?” he laughed, nervously. From the cottage came the ominous sounds of arguing, laughter, and something breaking. A lot. “Oh haystacks,” Applejack muttered before turning to them. “Them fillies gonna wake Gran-gran. Big Mac?” “Eeyup.” “Can you walk Twi and Spike back home? It’s abit too dark and I-” More breaking sounds came from the Apple household. Twilight felt herself feeling very warm. “Oh, um it’s no big deal. It’s not even that..” A glance at the night sky stopped her rebuttal. And Applejack was long gone. It was just her and the oldest apple sibling. And Spike, whom somehow fell back asleep on her. “Big Mac?” He turned his gaze from the house, most likely surprised at her addressing him with his nickname for the first time. She won’t lie that it didn’t make her heart race a bit. “You don’t have to walk me home, I’m perfectly capable of navigating myself at night.” “Until you cross a cockatrice.” She stared into his eyes, the faint glow from the house flickering. It took her a moment to catch the humor in his statement. She laughed, hard. Too hard, as Spike woke up again. He blinked, shaking his head as they started the journey home. Other than her mental berating of the laugh, Twilight didn’t speak. Granted, the tiny dragon was relaying to her every detail of what happened from the time he went over to Rarity’s to when they both went to Apple Acres to pick up Sweetie Belle. She listened, but couldn’t focus. Suddenly she remembered why she was at Apple Acres. “Oh, say Big Mac?” she kept her eyes focused ahead. There’s no way she’d lose composure now. “Eeyup.” “Um, I was talking to Applejack about an idea for the class trip tomorrow. The topic is to show how business is handled. I believe that the students will learn a lot better if they watched how you’re family goes about supporting the farm. They can watch and help out a little. It’ll be fun to have plenty of hands ready to assist.” She was able to see her home loom closer. And for possibly the first time not too happy to return to the book dwelling. The worst is almost over Twilight. “Eeyup.” “Maybe even make some treats for Ms. Cheerilee, practice for when she gets back?” She was almost near the flower beds. They grew back thanks to Fluttershy’s help. “What do you think? Is it alright if we stop by?” “….Eeyup.” She let out a sigh of relief as Spike hopped off her to run inside and set things up. I’m in the clear. “Then it’s a date...” She felt the breeze sway past them. He stared, blank. “…that I’ll mark right on my calendar. Not that it’s really necessary since it’s tomorrow…but I still have a lot to do…you know with being a teacher and all but thanks for helping and walking me home and carrying Spike thanksveryverymuchseeyoutomorrowgoodnight.” The door slammed shut, once again as Twilight took her quill, parchment and herself up to her bedroom to finish her letter. I was doing so well! Burying her face in the pillows, she used her horn to scribble an extra detail about today. However, despite her slip up, Rarity’s behavior, and Tali’s news, nothing of today was different. My friend Tali is on a date… she started, careful to explain every detail. Finishing up, Twilight pried herself away from her mattress salvation. She wished there was more to put on the paper, but called for Spike to help her send it. Knowing her luck, whatever interesting comes along will put Equestria in danger. And will reach the knowledge of the princess much quicker than a simple ‘how’s it going?’ reply. The unicorn sighed as the letter burst into green flames. Oh well, as least it’s peaceful. “Sorry for ditching ya, biggie.” Applejack watched as he galloped passed the gates, Apple Bloom beside her. “What did Twilight want anyway?” “School field trip in Apple Acres. Watch us do what we do, help too.” He slowed his pace as they drew near. Apple Bloom gasped. “Ya mean, everypony at school’s gonna be here?” she smiled, bringing up even more energy than before. “Well that’s great I can’t wait to tell the-” “Just wait a minute there!” her sister whispered. They glanced at the still silent house. “This ain’t a free pass for you to play, Apple Bloom. We are going to work just like any other day. Your friends are going to watch and learn, you hear?” the filly nodded. “And you’re not going to wake you’re friends, they’ll find out in the morning.” Another nod. “Now, walk back to the house. Me and Biggie are going to talk about how to handle tomorrow.” Apple Bloom following orders studiously, leaving the rest of the awake family to ponder. “Quite a few fillies we’ll have.” “Eeyup.” He began walking. Applejack followed. “So…they’re just gonna watch and help. Huh, she kinda made it seem like it was so formal.” “Eeyup.” “Better get up bright and early to set things up.” They reached their destination, two shadows splayed over the dark kitchen. “Can’t have them bucking, so I guess they can watch that. Maybe help out with collecting the apples. Of course they can bake a couple of pies…are you listening?” He paused in front of his room, not looking back.“Eeyup.” “Good, because my warning goes to you too Mac.” A smug smile bidded him goodnight. “It’s a school trip.” He closed the door, leaving the still smiling Applejack in the hall. “Very good excuse.” She snickered.
Wings and Cake“Thanks for coming!” Pinkie Pie chirped as yet another satisfied customer left Sugarcube Corner. Leaving with the infamous ‘sweet satisfied smile’, the earth pony couple bid her a good business day. The rosy pony giggled, when was there not? She eyed the rest of the tables, making sure a single frown was not present before her eyes laid on a special table. It was empty, but Pinkie didn’t mind. Merely a month ago a special pony told her something that was the most hilarious, random confession that even she was speechless about. It was way past shop hours of operation that night. Silent wafts of pie, cake and cookies were all that floated between them. At first, they had so much to say. But as the supplies dwindled, she and her guest (or at least the guest) was perfectly content with peace. Until the pony blurted. “I like you. A-a lot.” For the first time, Pinkie was happy that she was pink. And that she can play dumb. “Well, I hope so! What kind of friend would you be if you didn’t. I mean is that still even a friend? Or an enemy? Ooo, a frienemy! That would mean the pranks are double the fun and-” her speech was cut off to a kiss. Perhaps the playing dumb part still needs work. Or not. “Good work Pinkie,” Mrs. Cake watched as she bounced back into the kitchen. “Awfully happy these mornings are we?” “Every morning’s a good morning Mrs. Cake, nothing special.” She bounced a cake pan on her nose. “Well, today is the two weeks before BBBB…” The blue pony tilted her head. “BBBB?” “The twin’s birthday, sugar dumpling.” Mr. Cake came in, restoring his basket of muffins. “She’s calling it the ‘big top baby birthday bash’.” Pinkie bounced the cake pan onto the table. In her eyes, this party wasn’t like her other celebrations. As she watched the Cakes she reminded herself that even though they’re her employers and landlords, they’re her family. So were the babies, which was why the party in question was so important. It would be the first of the many Pinkie parties thrown in their honor. Not a random day party, not a holiday soiree, but her family's first bash. And to top it all off, Mr. and Mrs. Cake are helping out. Why of course, she thought. They are the parents after all.And I want this to be super duper special for my super duper special someponies.Out of the corner of her eye, she saw a familiar flash of color pass the window. “Are Pumpkin and Pound up yet?” she asked. “They should be getting up soon Pinkie…” Mrs. Cake blinked, realizing that her kitchen had one less pony present. “Pinkie?” Tiptoeing up the stairs, Pinkie had to contain her excitement for the two bundles of joy. A year, they have been alive for one year! She could hear them stir, mumble and…curse? Opening the door, the cheerful pony took in a shallow breath… And bursted out laughing. The babies were definitely awake and greeting their first visitor with gusto. “Get off me!” the cyan Pegasus slight bucked, but to no avail to her squealing riders. Pumpkin Cake gurgled on the precious rainbow tail that belonged to Rainbow Dash. Her brother, Pound Cake, had taken to making the impatient pony his own child-safe rodeo ride. She tried gently shaking them off again before realizing that the party mare was present. “P-Pinkie?” Her wings flapped out, and once pale blue cheeks flushed to match her friend’s coat color. “Um…this is not...they…help?” Putting a hoof over her mouth, Pinkie watched as her girlfriend tried a little harder to shake off the infants. In hindsight, it was weird how her ‘Pinkie Sense’ didn’t catch on to Rainbow’s hints over the last couple of months. All the days they spent together, the look on Rainbow Dash’s face whenever another pony flirted with her (also the look she gets when Pinkie Pie turns them down…then offers cupcakes), and especially the long silences they would have. But if anything made her laugh about the previous game of ‘ask Pinkie out’ was the constant state of the Rainbow’s wings being wide and open. Turns out that it’s a reflex to a mating tactic amongst winged ponies, as the titular pony explained. Pegasi displayed their wings as wide and open as possible to attract their desired mate. Thinking back to every time those wings were open, Pinkie wondered how awkward Dash felt whenever it happened around other ponies, especially her own kind. Rainbow told her that she would pretend that she meant to exercise them, or at least stay in the air until Pinkie was out of sight.The would-be Wonderbolt didn’t want everyone in Ponyville (or Equestria for that matter) to know that she, Rainbow Dash and self-proclaimed ‘hero of radicalness’, believed in mushy love and was dating. Not yet at least. “Oh Twinzie Winzies?” like velcro, the babies peeled off their captor and latched onto Pinkie. “Whoa, they like you a lot…it’s like they’re addicted.” Rainbow chuckled, resting on her hind hooves as the fuchsia pony leaned in. “Can you blame them?” she nudged their noses briefly, getting another laugh as Rainbow rubbed back. “With a face like that, nope. Not really, though I remember someone fussing over one person not liking them.” “But, it wasn’t just that! Cranky hated me.” “Nah, he was mad at you at best. You’re too sweet to be mad at.” “Aw…you should be in a cupcake.” They laughed some more. Rainbow sighed as she began to lose her blissful high. “Pink? Um…I got a letter from the Wonderbolts.” She kept her smile. “Really?” Pinkie paused…then ran out of the room with the babies in tow. A minute later she ran back up before kicking the nursery door shut. “Is that why you snuck in here?” “Well, no. Actually I did sneak in here but I really wanted to see you one more time.” She stared and ignored the giggle she received when her wings spazzed again. “But this is serious; I’m being put through a preliminary observance exam, or a P.O.E..” Dash flapped her wings shut, fighting off the subtle urge. “P.O.E.?” “Yeah…” clearing her throat, Rainbow couldn’t meet her eyes. Pinkie thought about her words. …I really wanted to see you one more time… “You’re leaving?” her voice cracked, breaking Dash’s fixation to the floor. “N-no, of course not! Not yet anyway-” seeing blue eyes well up, Rainbow Dash put a hoof on her shoulder. “Now, Pinkie…I wouldn’t have started this if I knew that they were going to actually give me a shot..I like spendi-” Pinkie slumped to the floor and kept her gaze there, gaping. “Isn’t it bad enough that I Pinkie Promised to not say anything until you’re ready?” “I’m still not ready.” Wings flapping, the pegasi took to staring at the ceiling. “I’m not prepared for all of this…I…for the sake of Celestia Pinkie I don’t r-regret…” Pinkie blinked, seeing tears fall onto the ground and meet her hooves. Looking up, it was the first time she saw Dash cry. “When…. are you leaving?” “Not for another two months. During that time, one of the Wonderbolts will monitor me here in Ponyville.” She nudged her nose to Pinkie, trying to laugh. "Crazy timing huh? I mean, at first I thought that the Bolts weren't looking at my letters, or that because I'm the Loyalty element that they don't want to appear to favor Celestia's star saviors..." She tilted her head. "But after the tornado success, Spitfire brought my admission to attention because I actually displayed leadership and promoted teamwork, which apparently was what they were waiting to see from me all along. Pinkie?" "Yeah Dashie?" “Before I become a Wonderbolt, I will come out. For you..and us. I'm not going anywhere anytime soon." Rainbow Dash took one wing to wrap around her temporary room ate and squeezed her closer. The result was a small giggle, since Pinkie was a tad sensitive to her feathers. "I won’t leave you on the ground. And that’s a Pinkie Promise.” Pinkie hugged her girlfriend, for that was all she needed…for now.
Sweet“Big Macintosh?” The trip was going better than expected for Twilight. Apparently most of the students, minus Silver Spoon and Diamond Tiara whom called out sick, were eager to be outside in the sunlight. And most of the Apple family was great at demonstration. Applejack kept the fillies busy with tree planting, apple collecting, and baking. Apple Bloom helped her classmates in showing how she, a young pony, helped in collecting apples and identifying good apples from bad. But their brother was nowhere to be found on the farm. Until now. The stallion jumped, much to the amusement of Twist and the pupils. Twilight took in the tempting smells of fritters, pies, tarts, puddings…she had to stop herself from drooling. “I didn’t think you were the brains behind the cooking.” She mused. He gave a sheepish smile. “Not me, but a family tradition.” He peeked back into the oven window. The kitchen was rather large, but Twilight realized that with a family as big as Applejack’s it’s the perfect size. She stood next to him, giving a nod to the other pupils. “So…everypony else is doing okay?” “Absolutely,” the mare nodded. She floated a scroll and quill as she listed off the activities accomplished. Green eyes gazed on as Twilight went further down her list. Other than her freak out, she was the one mare that seemed to have an expansive interest in his sister’s friend circle. Sure, it was reading but she didn’t just scour through books without cause. She did it to improve, perform, learn and understand the things in her life and others. Macintosh admired that, and it was a trait that he wouldn’t mind having in a special somepony. She smiled, but scrunched her nose suddenly. She gasped. “Burning!” He winced, hoping that it didn’t mean…. “The cupcakes are crisping!” Twist’s muffled voice squealed as she tried pulling down the oven door. With the help of a purple aura, the oven door popped open and five trays of cupcakes floated before the students. “What’re we gonna do now?” “Can’t you just bake another set and throw this out?” asked Featherweight. Big Mac shook his head. “We can, but these cupcakes aren’t completely burnt. We have a waste-not-what-not policy.” Twilight smiled. “Okay then students,” the fillies and colts straightened up at her words. Twilight bit back a grin as Macintosh almost followed suit. “This is a perfect time to explore your creative thinking in a plight.” “But,” Featherweight frowned. “I didn’t have my flying lessons yet.” “Not flight, Feather.” Pipsqueak shook his head. “Plight. With a p. It’s another word for a dilemma.” “Extra star for you, Pip.” Twilight nodded. “And yes, we do have a dilemma here. Can anypony figure out how to salvage slight crisp cupcakes?” The red stallion watched as the class murmured, seeing the gears work in their eyes. A red mane filly finally spoke up. “How about cake pops?” She had a small lisp, but Big Mac smiled. “We can remove the burnt parts, mix the cake with frosting, dip them in more frosting, and when they’re done they’ll look like little apples. I know the recipe.” Twilight glanced at him. “Well then Twist,” she lifted the tray. “How about we get started on those cake pops? In fact, you can lead the kitchen on a few desserts…” Setting the tray on the table, she turned to him. “While Big Mac and I talk…about business.” He tilted his head, but followed her to the other side of the kitchen. “Sooo…” “…Eeyup.” He chuckled. She smiled, pulling out her checklist and quill. “Well, that covers keeping them busy for a bit.” She quailed as the foals went into a frosting frenzy, splattering the sweets everywhere. “We are going to clean up afterwards.” “No need.” Shrugging towards the mess, he leaned up against the wall. “Ain’t no different from our Apple family dinners.” “Your dinners get this messy?” “When AppleBloom cooks, yep. But I meant when the family reunion came.” “Oh, well I’m sure that you wouldn’t mind some extra help.” Okay Twilight. Remember what Rainbow said. “Be indirect.” The pegasi boasted. “Some mares-I mean colts, don’t like direct approaches Twilight.” “But how I know when to be direct and when not to?” “Well, for one thing you can’t confess in crowds. It puts pressure on their behavior. You need to get he-him alone.” “A-alone? But…” “No buts, Twilight. Everyone knows, well they should know, about that. Be alone, secluded.” “I…suppose.” “Still not gonna tell me who the lucky colt is?” the cyan Pegasus circled her for a bit. Twilight considered it, but Rainbow Dash was close to Applejack. And she wasn’t Pinkie Pie. “Sorry Rainbow, but I don’t want you snickering everytime you see him.” “So I see him often? C’mon Twilight, tell me! I mean were friends right?” She bit her lip. “I won’t tell anyone. Or even better! I’ll trade. You see Fluttershy….” Twilight blurted, not wanting to get tangled in more than her own love troubles for now. “Oh no! Class is starting! So sorry Rainbow but I gotta…dash. You can tell me about how big Fluttershy’s secret is later.” As she glowed her horn, her flying friend scowled. “No Twilight! Her secret isn’t what’s big, but that it’s...” But the mare only had the grass blades to hear the rest of her words. “Twilight?” breaking out of her memories, she looked over to the stallion. “You okay?” “Me? I’m fine!” she blurted, keeping her eyes on the proceedings. “I just…there’s so much I’m taking in right now. I’m still learning to be more open with my feelings instead of talking to myself or…” “Or who?” Big Mac asked. “Nevermind.” She uttered. He studied her before looking over at the foals too. “Wanna practice?” “Practice?” it dawned on her. He wanted to talk. Big Mac wanted to talk to her. “Okay…um...knock-knock?” His chuckle was deep, as she had imagined. He finally looked over to her, smiling. “Whose there?” “Cash.” “Cash who?” “No thanks, but I love peanuts.” She giggled. His smile broadened, another small laugh came from him. “So did you always joke with whoever it was you spoke to before Ponyville?” “Well, Smartypants was a special friend.” “Special name, too.” He winced as Scootaloo dropped a pile of flour onto the ground while tryingto find a bowl. Twilight sighed, chiding the filly to be more aware of her surroundings. “You met her, when I did the Want-It-Need-It spell.” Twilight saw him tense up. “Your doll? That was…your friend?” “Yeah,” Twilight shifted her hooves. Bringing up her ‘spell catastrophe’ to his mind was probably not the best way of selling herself as romantic potential. “I kinda miss her. We would stay up all night reading or watching the stars. I’d study with her, and play forts with my brother with her. I always had her with me, even coming here…” She flicked her mane. “But I guess it’s been a long time coming to let her go.” “You don’t have to.” He looked back towards the ponies. “I..I can help.” “Help?” “You lost her in the mess at the field. And I…well.” He looked back at her. “I can help you look for it.” “Really?” she couldn’t believe it. They would be alone. Together. “I…yes!” He gave a small smile. “How about tomorrow?” “I have to work, be we can start right after that.” He paused. “Um..Twilight?” “Yes?” “You have frosting on your ear. And flank, and-” A glop of the alleged substance smacked him in the face. The unicorn paled, ducking another splat. Apparently, making frosting from scratch with a mixture wasn’t the best task to leave to smaller ponies. “Um…” Twist and the other foals gave their best smile. “Sorry.” Macintosh observed the splotches of sweets all across the kitchen. Emerald eyes traveled to the coated ceiling, spotted countertops, slippery floors and resting his eyes on the unicorn next to him. “Well, at least I can say it was a pretty sweet visit.” Assorted giggles filled the air, mostly relived. Scootaloo gagged. “Oh C'mon, Scootloo,” Twlight smirked at her audience. “At least it wasn’t in bad…taste.” He laughed harder, making Scootloo’s ‘ugh…really?’ almost muted by her other crusaders’ ‘awws’.
