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Grover bows to The Cakes "I am to assume the two of you are the parents of my dear love."

Cup Cake blushes "Carrot, what's going on?"

"I haven't the foggiest."

Pinkie hops into the store "Those aren't my parents Silly! These are the Cakes! My bosses!"

Grover lifts his head and turns to coughs into his talon "I... apologize for the presumption. I thought that a mare of such jovial appearance and a stallion of decent breed would have given life to this ray of light."

Both Cakes blush "W-well, wouldn't be the first time..." Carrot mutters.

Pinkie giggles "But they are like family to me! Oh! Mister and Missus Cake, this is King Grover from Griffonstone! The place I went a few days ago! He was a statue when I went, but now he's not!"

Cup smiles awkwardly, moving to bow but Grover grins and shakes his head "No need to bow, I am not a true king but in name. I am, however, hoping to court young Pinkie Pie."

Carrot blinks several times "Court... Pinkie Pie?"

Pinkie blushes slightly "Yyyeeeaaaahhh... there's that too..."

Cup smiles "Well, this is shaping to be a great day, but Pinkie has work to-"

"I understand, I shall return on the morrow to speak with her once I become more... familiar with Pony customs. 'Til we meet again Pinkie."

He exits and takes flight, heading to the castle. Pinkie inhales, still blushing "I... for once, I have abso-fudging-lutely no idea what's going on. What did you need me to- The order from Trottingham! I'll get right on it!"

Cup and Carrot Cake shake their head "This... is new, but it's kind of how I started to date you, right dear?"

Cup giggles into her hoof "Yes, you were shaking when you met my dad. Of course, Pinkie grabbing the eye of a foreign noble? Why is that not surprising?"

Carrot laughs "I have no idea, maybe we're too used to Pinkie's shenanigans."

Gilda polishes her claws on Spike's back "Can't you get a scratching post of something?!"

Gilda grins "Why? I'm a griffon, not a pussy cat." she blows on her claws "Besides, it's hard to polish retractable claws with stationary objects. Just be happy I'd already sharpened my talons, those can tear into dragon scales."

Twilight perks up "What? Really? I thought the dragon hides were too hard to be torn out manually."

"Huh? Really? I mean, we saw a bunch of the adults go after a dragon who took all of our bits when we were nestlings. We watched them tear chunks of flesh from the dragon's back and belly. My cousin even ripped a whole claw off and kept it as a trophy. Still carries it I think..." Greta says, writing and gesturing.

Spike shivers "But that was a bunch of adults, right?"

Gilda grins, digs a talon into Spike's side and pries off a scale "Nah, it just matters how strong your muscles are. Dragons may be stronger, but Griffons are vicious."

Spike faints and Greta rolls her eyes "Great, you've traumatized the help. Good job Gilda."

"'The help'?" Twilight asks.

"Yeah, he's like your... sex slave right? I heard that ponies had weird tastes but..."

Twilight blushes "He's my little brother! He's the royal Scribe and a national hero!"

Greta pauses and produces correctional fluid and applies it to a few pages "Huh, I made a mistake. Then who makes up your harem? Or do ponies not do that anymore?"

"No, we don't. Can we please get back to your history? This is very important." Twilight asks, blushing brightly.

Greta nods and picks up her quill "Where were we?"

Gilda shrugs and starts polishing her claws again.

Grover lands in Canterlot and walks towards the castle, ignoring the gasps and glares from the ponies he passed What odd behavior. I wonder if the white Princess is still ruling...?

A guard grabs his attention, leveling a spear at Grover's neck "Halt! Why are you here?"

"I wish to converse with the ruling monarch about modern customs and to foster an agreement between our kingdoms. I am the first king of Griffonstone, Grover. Tell me, is the white princess still ruling, or has she had a successor?"

The guard blinks several times "Uh... okay, most ponies leave after I say that... uh... let me ask?" he turns to his partner "That's... what we do, right?"

His partner shrugs.

Grover clears his throat "Shall I admit myself, or do I need to enter through clandestine matters?"

The guards stare at each other and shrug, opening the door to the castle "Go on in... I think?"

Grover nods and enters, shutting the door behind him "What polite, though under-prepared guards. I never considered having guards, they had families and I couldn't hurt them by making them risk their lives..."

Realizing he has no idea where to go, he stops a maid "Excuse me young miss, might you direct me to the reigning monarch's current whereabouts?"

She pauses and nods silently "J-just follow the yellow t-trim on the carpets an-and it'll take you t-to the throne room..."

Grover smiles and half-bows "Thank you."

She watches him leave and dashes for the nearest guard.

Grover knocks on the door to the throne room "Enter." someone answers and he pushes the door open.

Sitting on a tall white throne is Celestia "Yes?"

Grove steps forward and bows "I am the first king of Griffonstone, Grover. I wish to speak with you about fostering relations between our kingdoms."

Celestia blinks several times "Pardon? King Grover has been dead for more than six hundred years. Are you saying-"

"My heart had become stone, leading me to become a statue due to my selfless nature, and all I had left was an empty heart. Princess, I have found love in the one who freed me, the hero of the house of Pie."

Celestia shakes her head in disbelief "You are... in love with Pinkie Pie? The element of Laughter?"

Grover nods and Celestia clicks her tongue "My, I thought that she would've become a spinster... This is good! But why come to see me?"

"I spoke to your protégé, and she spoke of your wisdom. I was under the impression that you could better teach me your customs so I may be able to better understand my smiling savior."

Celestia bites her lip This... is like Luna, but at least it's just six hundred years instead of a millennium...

"I do not see why I should deny you that much, King Grover."

He smiles "Thank you Princess. I must ask though, what is the point of such a large castle? Do you house your army here as well?"

"No, don't be preposterous."

Grover cocks his head "Do you house a large collection of artefacts too dangerous to leave out in the open or destroy?"

"Not... too many, I don't think."

Luna walks in and looks at the griffon, then her sister, then at the griffon "... Did I get the date wrong? I swear one day I'm going to learn to control that blasted machine..."

Grover bows and Luna sighs "No bowing my king. Lo, have you just come from Ponyville?"

He nods "Yes, I was seeking intellectual counsel from your... sister?"

Luna nods "That matches up... okay, it's the fifth, so I'm just a few hours early. I'm getting better." she mutters "Well, I would love to assist in that endeavor personally, but considering I am prone to... culture shock... I am unable to assist too well. Tia, if you need any help, I should be in my chambers."

Celestia sighs "Thank you for... not freaking out about my sister, she means well."

Grover grins "I have known her type most of my life. Now, when may I start to learn?"