Applejack's Family Bonding

You step back into the kitchen and peer at your Mom, her attention focused on the bills she was reading over.

“Hey mom, I’ve, uh, I’ve been invited to a party…” You quickly cut yourself off as her eyes snap onto you like Velcro,
her’s eyes lighting up as she looks at you with an infinitely unfathomable curiosity.

”Do tell.” You inform her about the party and who’ll be there, and as you trail off she continues to gaze at you with that intense mom-stare, the one that makes you realize that she knows more than you ever thought.

”What time is this at?” You wince.

”Er, Eleven.” She looks at you sternly, and you quickly think back to how good you’ve been over the past week. Misdeeds and good moments flash across your eyelids, and the wait is simply torturous as she mentally deliberates. Her lips part, and for a second the world is still.

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I decided to make this thing a 50-50 shot; look at the time, if the minute is odd then proceed to ...And Hanging Around
Even, go to Backpack