A night as wonderful and as intimate as the one Spike and Starlight had shared should only be followed by an equally calm morning. Whoever woke up first would lay in silence until the other woke up. Then they’d spend the first moments of the morning smiling at each other, exchanging pleasantries and making charged comments about last night, all in good humour, but with that underlying sense of love and lust that lingered in their minds. They’d probably stay like that for a good while before they finally got up and started their day.

So, of course that’s not what happened.

Starlight regained consciousness as a shake from Spike’s body violently pulled her from sleep. Any remnants of sleep were chased away and replaced by a mortifying mix of fear and worry. Before she could voice any of the dozens of concerns swirling in her mind, Spike convulsed again and let out a green flame out, materialising a small piece of parchment that floated down to the space between them.

They stared at it in silence for a few seconds before realisation hit them harder than a bull.

Today was Friday.

Twilight was arriving on Friday morning.

They overslept.

Oh, dear…

“Wh—” Starlight cleared her throat, hoping to ease the knot in it. “What time is it?”

“I don’t know. Though definitely way past the time Twilight’s train would’ve arrived,” he replied, his voice sounding strained.

Perhaps it was the apprehension, but they remained immobile. They knew they had to act fast, but the weight of their situation had frozen them in place. Starlight wondered what the chances were that the train had been delayed and Twilight wouldn’t make it in time, but if that had happened, she would’ve let them know sooner. And any leftover hope of that being the case were dashed once she looked up.

“Spike…”

“Y-yes?” he stammered as he picked up the piece of paper.

“We left the door open last night, didn’t we?”

“I think so, why do you—Oh.” Silence followed his words. She supposed he must’ve noticed the very much closed bedroom door. “That would explain this.”

Turning around, Starlight saw him flip the note towards her, and read the two words hastily scribbled on it.

Kitchen. Now.

That certainly didn’t leave much room for doubt, but there was enough left for overwhelming dread to settle.

Starlight could already picture how the morning’s events had unfolded. If Twilight’s train had arrived on time, she would’ve wondered why they weren’t there to greet her. She probably wondered why nopony had come to see her, and then she would’ve just made her way to the castle. Once there, she would’ve looked around, probably calling out their names, but they were too asleep to listen. And then, she would’ve seen Spike’s door open, walked in, and found them lying on top of each other. They might have cleaned themselves up after last night’s vigorous love-making session, but Starlight was sure the room still carried the lewd scent of sex which would’ve let Twilight know exactly what had happened.

Still, she hadn’t incinerated them or brought down the castle in a flurry of anger, so perhaps their situation wasn’t as bad as she imagined. Then again, the two hastily scribbled words on the note were proof enough that Twilight wasn’t entirely happy at the moment, and it would be wise not to make her wait more than what she already had.

“We have to go down, now,” Starlight said, forcing as much firmness in her voice so it would mask the mass of nervousness welling inside of her.

“What are we going to tell her?”

They shared a blank look for a couple of seconds before Starlight managed to calm herself down enough to speak again. “The truth.”

Spike ventured a smile at that. If they were honest, everything would be fine. Probably. Either way, there was no time to think. They had to see Twilight immediately.

Perhaps the little surge of confidence in her would’ve lasted longer if her legs hadn’t quivered the second she tried to get off the bed.

Oh, right. I got fucked silly last night. Who would’ve thought I’d still be feeling it in the morning?

She tried to steady herself, but before she noticed it, Spike had moved across the bed and extended a claw to help her stand.

“Are you okay, Star?”

The playful retort never left her lips. She had to focus. “Yes… I’m just a bit tired after last night.”

Spike let out a soft hum. With slow and measured movements, he got off the bed as well. Getting on all fours, he brought her closer with his wing, pressing her body against his. Not too much, just enough to support her. At that, she smiled. He’d always been by her side when she needed it, and she needed it now more than ever.

“Let’s get going.”

Without another word exchanged, they walked out of the room. Their tired bodies carried the weight of the intense workout of the previous night, resulting in heavy, weary steps. She was sure if anypony looked at her from behind, they’d see her walking slightly bow-legged.

After going two rounds with Spike’s bad boys, I’m amazed I can walk at all.

In contrast, Spike didn’t seem much worse for wear… as long as you didn’t notice the way he arched his back to walk. It wasn’t just because he was walking on all fours, no. Starlight had seen him walk like that a few days ago, and he wasn’t walking like that. He must have done quite a number on himself last night as well. Perhaps they should make sure to stretch before their next bedroom tryst.

If they survived Twilight, of course.

As quickly as their sore bodies would allow, they made their way to the kitchen. Part of Starlight found it curious that things led back to the kitchen where it all had started less than a week ago. The rest of her felt worried at the implications of that other thought. Before the pessimism could spread to the rest of her mind, they arrived at the main hall.

Once the double doors came to view, they slowed their pace until they stopped in front of them. She felt herself becoming short of breath when she tried to use her magic to open the doors. Her state must have been quite apparent, seeing how Spike was quick to rest his claw on the handle. Starlight turned to look at him and was caught off guard by a quick peck on her lips.

“Hey. It’s going to be okay,” he said, smiling, and she found that she believed him.

With one last look of mutual assurance, they pushed the doors open, and walked into the kitchen.

They stopped when they saw Twilight had her back to them. She was facing the stove, keeping something obscured with her body, but somehow the small alicorn’s presence was enough to fill the entire room, making her feel like a little filly trying to sneak a cookie out of the jar without her parents finding out. Not that inaccurate of a comparison, if she really—

“Please come in and take a seat,” Twilight said, her clear voice cutting through her thoughts. In saying this, Twilight didn’t move. She didn’t turn to face them. She kept her back to them, and did whatever it was she was doing on the stove.

Slowly, as though trudging through a minefield—but still trying to keep an even pace so Twilight wouldn’t see how she was walking—Starlight approached the small kitchen table with Spike helping her. As she walked, she never pulled her eyes away from Twilight.

Twilight’s presence was overpowering. The way she remained immobile instilled in Starlight a sense of awe and mild dread. She was sure it was mostly her own mind working against herself, but that didn’t make the unwelcome feelings any less real. They sat opposite Twilight, side by side, and waited.

The wait wasn’t long. Tilting her head, Twilight spoke, “It’s been almost a week since I left. Isn’t it curious how time flies?” Without waiting for a reply, she kept going. “Just look at Flurry Heart. She’s going to be six soon! Isn’t that incredible?”

Starlight ventured a glance at Spike and saw no sign of him wanting to intervene. Well, if he wasn’t going to say anything, neither would she. She was pretty sure Twilight didn’t really want an answer, anyway.

“I had a hard time wrapping my mind around it. I suppose part of me still looked at her as my baby niece, even after all these years,” she continued. “But she’s not a baby anymore. She’s growing filly.”

Starlight had expected Twilight to sound wistful or melancholic while talking about her niece, perhaps even seething in barely repressed anger at the thought of her little brother being defiled by her, but the flat tone the alicorn used only unnerved her even more.

“That’s why I extended my visit. I was hit by this realisation that my niece was growing older, and I wanted to spend as much time as possible with her…”

She shifted in her seat, and not just because of her sore hindquarters.

How did you expect you’d feel after taking dragon dick all night long?

Starlight grimaced. She’d hoped she would’ve stopped hearing voices after finally having sex with Spike, but go figure, it seemed getting laid did not fix her mental issues.

Oh, please. You need this. How else would you drown out Twilight’s babble?

A chill ran down her spine as she realised Twilight was still talking. Damn it, Starlight!

“Cadance said Flurry reminds her of me when I was little. Shining said the same thing. A little filly who kept growing, getting more curious about the world, and wanting to learn more about magic. Of course, I wasn’t an alicorn back then, but… Well, I suppose you get the idea.”

Starlight had a faint idea. However, she was more preoccupied with trying to figure out just how much Twilight knew and how she’d react to it. Keeping her eyes on the back of Twilight’s head, she turned a bit towards Spike. With subdued motions, she locked eyes with the dragon and nodded towards Twilight as she gave a quick rise and slump of her shoulders.

Spike’s lips formed a thin line as he waved a claw in the air. Darn. If he couldn’t get a read on Twilight, then what hope did she have? Better to keep on listening and—Oh, right. Twilight was speaking. Focus!

She whipped her head back towards Twilight, and tried to pick up on whatever Twilight had been talking about.

“It feels like it all happened so fast… I can still remember when she was a baby and now she’s a little filly. If I’m not careful, she’s going to be a grown mare before I notice.” Twilight’s words hung in the air, cut off as if she couldn’t bring herself to say them. After staying silent for a moment, she extended her right wing and examined the layers of feathers. “Sometimes it’s odd to think back to how much things have changed in just a few years… and how much they’ll continue to change.”

What little she could see of Twilight’s face showed an expression she wasn’t used to seeing on her mentor. She looked so… tired.

“I was talking with Cadance one night. She’s gotten a bit taller recently, and I wondered how long it’ll be until her hair turns ethereal…” She tucked her wing back to her body and looked at the stove once more. “I wonder how long it’ll be until I start changing, too.”

There was something about Twilight’s tone that made Starlight forget, if only for a moment, about her predicament. She was starting to form a picture about what Twilight was trying to say, but she wasn’t crazy enough to hurry her. Glancing to her side, she saw how—much like herself—Spike’s discomfort had seemed to change into worry. His body was still upright and tense, but his eyes showed genuine concern and curiosity.

“Change… the world is always changing. Ponies are always changing. Friendships are always changing…” Twilight let out a dry scoff. “Maybe it was silly of me to think that I could come back to Ponyville for some normalcy. Can you imagine? Ponyville and normal? The trip must have done a number on my brain, so maybe I shouldn't have been surprised when I arrived and found that nobody was there to receive me at the train station.”

Starlight had always thought that one’s blood “running cold” was just a silly saying, but the way she felt ice going through her veins proved that the saying was a hundred percent true. After everything that happened through most of the week she had completely forgotten about Twilight.

Not that I can say that aloud…

“Do you know what was more surprising? Coming across Trixie of all ponies!”

Suddenly, a whistling sound slowly filled the room. It was most likely the sound of a kettle about to reach its boiling point, but with the amount of alarms and blaring in Starlight’s mind, it was hard for her not to interpret it as one more.

Despite her best efforts, Starlight failed to keep her breathing in check. She felt her chest moving quickly, though if it was just due to her hyperventilating or because of her heart hammering as if a group of yaks had started partying inside, she didn’t know.

Get out. Teleport away. First out of the castle and then keep going. Maybe Ember will take you in as a political refugee. Spike can meet you in the Dragon Lands.

“She had quite a lot of things to say.”

Before leaving, make a quick stop to murder Trixie. Her wagon can help you escape.

Starlight’s reply to her subconscious—whether in admonishment or agreement—was cut short when Twilight turned around, giving them a completely flat look. Much to her growing distress, Starlight noticed Twilight’s horn was lit… and that the stove wasn’t on. Twilight was making the water boil with just her magic.

Murder Trixie in every possible way.

Teacups and saucers came out as Twilight brought them out and set them on the table. A small container flew towards her, she then pulled a bunch of tea leaves out of it and roughly stuffed them in a teapot before pouring the boiling water in it.

“W-would you like some help, Twilight?” Starlight asked. Of course she didn’t need help, but it’d do good to try and keep things friendly.

That is, had Starlight been able to use her magic.

With horror, Starlight realised no matter how much energy she poured into her horn, no magic came out. What was—

Twilight was now staring straight at her with those cold, unmoving eyes. Starlight would probably feel less terrified if Twilight was angry or yelling at her. As it was, the alicorn looked… unnerving.

“Tell me everything,” she said with finality.

After hearing Twilight speak in such a firm tone, Starlight found she couldn’t get the words out no matter how many times she opened and closed her mouth. Before she could devolve into a twitching, silent mess, Spike spoke up.

“We’re together,” he said, his voice cutting through the tension like a hot knife on butter. “Like, romantically.”

Starlight turned to look at Spike, his eyes set on Twilight and his facial features firm. He must’ve been quite the sight, even more so when compared to herself and how she kept exuding insecurity. That wouldn’t do! She was proud of being his marefriend, and she was going to show it!

“So I’ve heard,” Twilight replied, still speaking in that monotone. Starlight thought there may have been a flicker of… something in her eyes, but she wasn’t going to dwell on that for long.

“Don’t think this is us fooling around, we’re serious,” Starlight interjected. Perhaps she felt emboldened by Spike’s resolve. Whichever the case, she held his claw with her hoof and set both on the table. She exchanged another quick look with him and turned towards Twilight. “I really love him. And he loves me.”

The look on Twilight’s face was inscrutable. A perfect mask that hid whatever was going through her mind. Part of Starlight felt intimidated, but she did not shy away. She would bare it all and take whatever came as a result.

It wasn’t as if she didn’t understand why Twilight would be angry. Much to her dismay, Rainbow Dash’s words came back to her, and felt she should address the issue before the tension could keep escalating.

“I know this doesn’t necessarily look all that good,” Starlight continued, speaking slowly and stretching every word as if to lessen its impact. Twilight arched an eyebrow in response while Spike not so gently squeezed her hoof. “I don’t know how I’d react if I had a little brother and my student hooked up with him behind my back as soon as I left—especially since he’s barely of age, so add that to the pile—so I can only imagine how… you must…“

The constant squeezing of her hoof finally made her lose her train of thought. Spike was looking at her wide eyed and with his mouth twisted into an odd squiggle. She’d started to get lost in her own words and didn’t pay attention to the way Twilight was looking at her.

Under different circumstances she would’ve taken the time to admire how Twilight was capable of mixing shock, embarrassment, and what she hoped wasn’t anger into a single expression. As it was, she was too busy giving herself a mental slap.

Great job, idiot.

“W-what I mean is, this isn’t how we would’ve liked to break the news to you… but, since the cat is out of the bag, well… we’re a couple.”

The blush on Twilight’s face faded a bit, though the look on her eyes was still as cold as before. “How long has this been going on?” There was a squeak at the end of that question, but Starlight didn’t dwell on it.

“Since last Sunday.” She bit her tongue so she wouldn’t add a ‘night’ at the end there.

She felt Twilight’s stare drilling into her mind. The alicorn’s eyes then moved to Spike, regarding him with that same inquisitive look.

“It’s been a long time coming,” he said.

A few seconds passed before Twilight let out a long sigh, blowing away a bit of the tension in the room. Immediately, she grabbed the teacup with her magic and downed its piping hot contents in a single gulp. Starlight tried—and failed—not to wince as Twilight swallowed.

“Twilight,” Spike said. The alicorn didn’t acknowledge him right away, but eventually dragged her gaze upwards to meet his. “We’re serious. I’m serious. I love Starlight, and I want to make her as happy as she makes me feel.”

If not for the imposing and oppressing presence of Twilight Sparkle in the kitchen, Starlight would’ve swooned.

“I love you too, Spike,” she replied. She knew she should be making her case to Twilight, but her mind had taken the back seat and her heart was in charge of the talking.

“I never knew I could be this happy. Even with how dumb I’ve been about some things, this week has been one of the best of my life.” She almost looked away, but she forced herself to keep her gaze locked on him. “I can’t remember the last time I was loved so much, and I don’t want it to stop anytime soon.”

With every word, Spike’s features softened, morphing into a relaxed expression. He smiled at her, and at that moment Starlight knew everything would be alright.

“You’re great, Spike,” she said.

“And you have great taste,” he replied.

Starlight stifled a laugh—as well as a snappy comeback—when she heard the last thing she expected. A sniffing sound filled the kitchen, and turning around she saw Twilight and the lone tear running down her cheek.

“Twilight?”

“I knew this was going to happen… it was bound to happen someday. The girls told me it would happen, Cadance told me it would happen, even my parents did. Though that may just have been their way of egging me on…” she waved a hoof on the air, as if trying to physically chase away those thoughts. “I guess I just imagined it would take longer. I… I didn’t want you to grow up so fast.”

As Twilight looked down and sighed, Starlight couldn’t help but be weirded out by her mentor’s sudden change in demeanour, though she had to admit she understood some of Twilight’s plight now. Looking to her side, she caught sight of a speechless Spike. He resembled a fish in the way his mouth opened and closed, but she wouldn’t dare say anything at the moment.

“I mean… even with your growth spurt, I still thought of you as my number one assistant, and my little brother. With how things have been going lately, I guess I wanted to hold on to that…” Twilight trailed off, wiping another tear with a wingtip, but another one started coming out soon after that.

With swift motions, Spike leaned forwards, grabbed Twilight’s chin with his finger and lifted it so they were facing each other.

“Come on, don’t say that. You know that’s not… I’ll never stop being your number one assistant,” he said, his voice laced with kindness.

“I know that, but things will still change.”

There was something odd about the way Twilight spoke. It wasn’t quite sadness, but more of a sense of resignation and perhaps even defeat, though Starlight hoped she was wrong about that last one. Once more she found herself at a loss for words, though she wondered if there was anything at all she could say.

“Twilight, you’re right.” At that, the alicorn met his gaze, but remained silent and let him speak. “Things will change now that I have a marefriend. I’m going to spend time with her, going on dates and all those things couples do.”

Damn right we—

Silence!

Spike let go of Twilight’s chin and just smiled at her with that radiant smile of his that made everything feel better.

“But if youthink I won’t help you with your research and carry you to your bedroom after you fell asleep on top of a book, then I’m afraid to say your age is getting to you.”

Starlight wasn’t able to hold back the small snort caused by Spike’s words, but thankfully Twilight’s laugh masked it.

“Thanks, Spike,” Twilight said. Leaning forward and crossing necks with Spike, her hoof resting on his left shoulder while her head rested on his right.

At that moment, Twilight looked… calm. The mask of stoicism was gone and she let herself enjoy the warmth and reassurance of her little brother. Starlight wished she could have some of that calmness right about now.

Change… She’d been terrified of change once upon a time, so she understood where Twilight was coming from. She’d probably been going through a small crisis, just as she had over the week. So many things changed so quickly… and now Starlight had unknowingly taken some of the last bits of normalcy left to Twilight.

Knowing that, the best she could do was be as supportive as possible.

After a moment, Spike and Twilight broke their embrace. Wiping an errant tear, Twilight turned to face her. Time seemed to stop as they made eye contact. There was so much in the way Twilight looked at her… a bit of apprehension, confusion, expectancy, and so much more Starlight couldn’t discern, though she could make an educated guess.

Twilight and her had a pretty close relationship. Former rival, mentor and pupil, colleagues, housemates, friends. Hopefully that meant they could get together as kind of sisters-in-law.

Does this count as a first meeting with the in-laws, then? You'll see their parents at Hearth’s Warming, but that’s still a couple of months away… unless Velvet decides to drop by and meet the mare who ensnared her little boy. No, no. One panic per family member, Starlight. Just focus on Twilight for the mo—

“So, Starlight,” Twilight said, breaking her free from her reveries. “How long have you felt this way?”

She almost froze. Not that she didn’t expect this, but she should’ve imagined Twilight would cut to the chase. Starlight took a deep breath and—after giving Spike a quick glance for support—steadied her gaze on Twilight.

“I can’t say for sure when it all started. I know I’ve been fond of Spike since I came to Ponyville. You and him were my first real friends in a long time, so I naturally gravitated to you as I started to come out of my shell. Maybe it happened over the course of the last five years as I got more comfortable and embraced friendship.” Starlight paused and turned to look at Spike, who had an encouraging smile she eagerly returned. “Maybe one day I just realised I was living with a beautiful, kind, and loveable dragon, and just wanted more than friendship.”

Was Spike getting used to her flattery? Just a few days ago, he would freeze up when she threw a compliment at him. Right now though, he just kept smiling at her, letting her talk, and just seeing him next to her, feeling his strong grip on her hoof, was enough to renew her strength and determination. There was still a bit of goofiness on his expression, though, and she loved it.

“I know I’m far from perfect”—she laughed—”I’m probably a bit of a mess on a good day. I know… I know I’m often going to fuck up.” She turned around just in time to see Twilight cringe a bit at her use of profanity, but kept going. ”But there’s nothing that matters to me more than making Spike as happy as he makes me. Ever since I’ve come to Ponyville I’ve received so much from all of you. I think I feel like giving back in my own way.”

Twilight remained immobile, probably going over her words several times in her mind in search of any hidden intention or double meaning. For her part, Starlight’s face now sported a relaxed smile, and she didn’t have to make an effort to stay that way.

After a while, Starlight felt her magic come back to her. She was going to have to ask Twilight how she did that. Speaking of Twilight, the alicorn closed her eyes and let out a long sigh. “Honestly, I want to feel happy for you two, but I’m still a bit shocked.”

Spike and Starlight exchanged a quick glance. His eyes were filled with both worry and hope, and she assumed so were hers. A surge of cautious happiness coursed through her at Twilight's apparent acceptance.

“Does… does that mean you’re okay with us dating?”

Twilight’s eyes went from Starlight to Spike and then she just looked upwards. “I mean, it’s not like I can forbid you to date each other. I just…” Twilight waved her hoof in the air a couple of times, letting her sentence hang unfinished in the air.

Things felt… less tense at the moment. At least the hairs on Starlight’s coat had stopped bristling. Perhaps she could take advantage of the relaxed mood.

“What, you thought I’d put him under a mind control spell, or something?” she asked, trying to sound playful.

Much to her joy and relief, Twilight’s eyes widened as her cheeks turned a bright red. “No! I—I mean, no, that’s not what I—” Her words got more jumbled the longer she went, until she just let out an exasperated grunt.

“I don’t know, I think I may just be under a spell, after all,” Spike said, imbuing his words with a seductive drawl.

“Oh-ho-ho-ho~, you flatterer, you~” Starlight replied, giving Spike a gentle poke on his arm.

Twilight let out an annoyed grunt, and Starlight knew to drop it.

“And here I thought I wouldn’t have to put up with corny flirting after moving out of my parents’ house…”

Spike’s laughter filled the room. As it died down, he extended a wing and brought Starlight closer to his body. “I’ll take that as a compliment.”

Twilight simply rolled her eyes, but neither the faint blush of her cheeks, nor the slight upturn of the corner of her mouth was lost on Starlight.

“So… are you okay with this?” Starlight asked, trying—and failing!—not to look too comfortable in Spike’s embrace.

Once more, Twilight’s eyes danced between the two of them. What she said a moment ago was true, she couldn’t really forbid them from being together. However, Twilight was an important part of their lives. If she didn’t approve of this… well, it would certainly hurt, at the very least.

“I may not be Cadance, but I can tell that you’re in love.” Twilight straightened her back and ruffled her wings. “As blindsided by this as I may have been, I wouldn’t try to meddle with your relationship. After all, love is another form of friendship, right?”

Starlight felt her heart soar with happiness. She didn’t know if she should turn and kiss Spike, or tackle Twilight in a hug. Fortunately, she didn’t have to choose, as Twilight spoke again.

“However,” she said, speaking with such severity Starlight momentarily forgot all about her earlier relief. “I’d really appreciate it if you were more, uh, discreet with the more physical aspects of your relationship.”

Starlight felt a rush of blood go to her cheeks. Burning with embarrassment, Starlight sank more into Spike’s wing. If his rising body heat was any indication, he was getting flustered, as well.

“Uh… sure, we—” Starlight started, but was quickly cut off.

“Just make sure to close the doors. I’d rather not have to stumble upon you in any compromising situation, if that’s alright with you,” Twilight said, averting her eyes. “And perhaps a sound-proofing spell, just to make sure. It took me a while to come to terms with Shining and Cadance having sex. It’s not going to be easy to accept my little brother has a sex life, as well.”

There was something in Twilight’s voice she couldn’t quite pinpoint. It was an odd kind of sadness. She tried really hard not to make assumptions about what that said about Twilight’s sex life.

“We’ll keep that in mind, Twilight. Don’t worry,” Starlight said.

“For the sake of my mental health, I hope you do,” Twilight replied. She looked up and took a deep breath. She stayed like that for a couple of seconds before she lowered her head and was now sporting a faint smile. “So… you’re a couple now, huh?”

“Yup. We even went on a date yesterday that she—”Spike poked Starlight’s head with a finger”—planned all on her own in just a day.”

“Really? That seems quite the feat to pull off, Starlight,” Twilight said. “How about you tell me more over breakfast? Just a cup of tea is definitely not enough.”

Starlight smiled and gave Spike a sidelong glance. “What do you say, big guy? Want to whip something up?”

“I’m in if you are,” Spike replied.

“I’ve been gone for a week, how is it that you already have in-jokes?”

“It’s been an eventful week,” Starlight said, leaving the cosiness of Spike’s embrace with no small amount of reluctance, “but nothing all that interesting, I assure you.”

“Yeah, we’ll see about that. Just give me the family friendly version while we eat,” Twilight said.

Spike and Starlight stood up and walked towards the pantry. As Spike started offering different ideas for what to make, she noticed how… well she felt. After the short talk with Twilight, the last bit of dread and insecurity in her mind had disappeared. Right now she was just a happy mare with a loving drakefriend and the most understanding sister-in-law, about to have a normal breakfast, and she wouldn’t want it any other way.

“…or we could just throw all the leftover veggies in a pan and make an omelette,” Spike finished.

Lost in thought as she had been, Starlight hadn’t caught most of his suggestions. However, she had a perfect deflection ready.

“I think we should let the newly arrived decide,” she said and, putting on a beaming smile, turned to face Twilight.

“So, what’s it going to be?”

Author's Note

Is it cheesy to end the story with the same line as it started?
If you think so, then don't fret, there's still the epilogue to go!
See you soon.