Smoke Break

That... naughty bunny. Very much naughty, indeed. Tempting her with things he had no business handling. Seriously now, given that a drop of nicotine should`ve dropped a pony, by all rights Angel should have had exploded by now. Oh well, at least his cigars were not of any expense. Just... a bit scary to collect. But also exciting. Tobacco flowers have such a pretty smell. And there was never a shortage of wild tobacco around Everfree borders. Naughty grass from naughty forest, indeed.

She really shouldnt have. Its... not nice. And hazardous. And a little gross. And foal-unfriendly. And really a bad habit to get in. And, and.. and... puff. Well, just this once. Fluttershy shrugged, letting out a cloud of sweet-smelling smoke. Oh well, why not? One has to treat oneself every now and then. She idly wondered just how in the world Angel figured out it was a tobacco. The encyclopedia picture was totally different. The leaf, especially. A simple boat-like shape, not like the jagged seven-feathered ones she had to pick. Then again, wild tobacco must be different from cultivar, right? Right?

She shrugged lazily. that was probably important somehow, but for the love of it, she just couldnt remember why. Which meant it really wasnt, and she was just daydreaming again. But why not? A good day. Fluttershy shrugged awkwardly, exhaling a long whispy jet of smoke into the sky. Nice weather. Shed have to say thanks to Rainbow Dash. Hee. Heeee... Hehehehe! Oh, Dash, Dash, Dash, Dash... Dashie. Always good for a laugh. A good-natured laugh, of course. Why, shes never laugh at someone, only with someone. That was one of the tantamount requirements of being Fluttershy. She was unsure what`d happen if she stopped being Fluttershy, but that vaguely seemed like a bad idea.

"...I could really use a bowl of oats about now." - she suddenly proclaimed, tossing the roach into the waste bin and stretching out. Time to get some snacks.