My Fair Fluttershy

by GoldenChaos

Rating: everyone
Tags: Comedy, Rarity, Fluttershy, Fancypants, Discord, Slice of Life, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Alternate Universe, Other, Romance
Length: 5126

A cruel phonetics professor makes a bet whether or not he can make a Cockney mare a lady for the Grand Galloping Gala.

Discord was known to be the best phonetics professor in Canterlot. Upon meeting a Cockney mare named Fluttershy, he is repulsed by her horrible accent and mannerisms. A stallion by the name Fancy Pants placed a bet with him if he could turn the flower filly into a lady fit to attend the Grand Galloping Gala.

But Discord had his own secret, hidden away by his pony disguise. Will Fluttershy be the first to know his secret?

What will become of Fluttershy? Does Discord fail, or does he succeed in turning Fluttershy into a mare to be envied?

*Based on the musical My Fair Lady

*Contains ships Discord x Fluttershy and Fancy Pants x Rarity.

Published 2018-11-22 04:20:01 UTC
Last updated 2018-11-25 05:21:47 UTC

Introduction

Author's Note

I'm really excited about this book.

I got inspired because my school decided to perform "My Fair Lady" as this year's musical. I was in the pit orcherstra and fell in love with the music. I thought over time that this story would fit well with a FlutterCord story.

It's not going to be exactly like the musical, like this chapter doesn't have one part that was in the musical. I'm going to add a lot of my own scenes that will tie with the musical's plot but help this story make sense. Also to add fluff and drama.

Hope you enjoyed!

Introduction

Sunlight shone through the window of Fluttershy's bedroom. Fluttershy let out a soft moan and yawned. Her eyes fluttered open and her eyes adjusted to the light. She sat up, her blanket tumbling from her. The cold air touched her skin and caused her to shiver. She desperately wanted to crawl back under the covers, but she couldn't afford to waste her time home.

Fluttershy's family was far from wealthy. They could barely afford her home; an apartment complex in the more poverished part of Canterlot. Dirt covered the walls and the apartment reeked of decay. Her clothes were all torn and worn down from years of usage. It had been years since Fluttershy had new clothes.

The reason she barely had enough money to get by was partially because of her father. Her father loved nothing more than to use every bit their family received to treat himself and his comrades to rounds of drinks at a local bar. He spent so much time in the bar that he didn't have time to work, which meant the responsibility of earning bits was left to Fluttershy.

Fluttershy's job certainely wasn't the best in Canterlot. She owned a flower stand a block away from where she lived, on Not many ponies bought from her since a few blocks away there was a beautiful flower shop run by refined mares with a larger variety of flowers to sell.

She was desperate to work at the shop because Fluttershy barely made enough money to provide for herself and her family. In fact, that day she planned to go to the flower shop and apply for a job there.

Fluttershy stretched and lifted herself out of the bed, smoothing out the skirts of her nightgown. Her eyes locked on the outfit she left on the edge of her bed the previous night. It was a light blue dress that had a stain at the front and a brown tattered coat that she hoped would cover the stain. The clothes weren't very nice, but sadly it was her best outfit. She hoped the mares of the flower shop wouldn't be too judgemental.

She slipped off her nightgown and pulled on the dress. She rubbed at the stain with false hope that it would come off. She sighed, slipped on her brown coat, and buttoned it up. She smiled with satisfaction after she noticed the stain was no longer visible under the oversized coat. She finished her outfit off with a lavender hat with a white flower sewn onto the side.

Fluttershy walked out of her room, which lead right out into the living room. Her eyes scanned the room and noted that she was the only pony in the house. Her father had already left to go to the bar, unless he had spent another night passed out in the alley behind the bar. She was relieved since that meant she wouldn't have to endure cruel words from him that morning.

Fluttershy opened a cabinet and peered inside for something to eat. The only thing inside were crumpled wrappers and crushed packages. There wasn't as much as a crumb inside. Fluttershy frowned and made a mental note to buy food later that day. She hoped that day she would make enough money to get dinner for that night.

She looked around to see if there was anything else she needed to take care of. As she saw there was nothing needing to be taken care of, she decided that it was time to leave. Fluttershy couldn't procrastinate anymore. Fluttershy started her journey, walking out of the apartment as she thought of what the day would bring. She was so caught up in her thoughts she didn't notice the mare dressed in a very expensive gown walking along the sidewalk. The mare stumbled into a puddle of mud. Fluttershy's hooves flew to her mouth and she was mortified that she wasn't paying attention.

"Ah'm so sorry!" Fluttershy exclaimed, her accent startling the mare.

That was her largest problem. She had a Cockney accent that sounded absolutely dreadful to anypony who heard it. She wished she could get rid of her accent, but she just couldn't. It was like trying to change the color of her eyes. It wasn't possible.

The mare's face grew red with anger.

"You should watch where you're going, you ruffian!" the mare huffed. "This dress was made by Sassy Saddles! Don't you know how expensive it is?"

"Um-"

"I'm sure you wouldn't, since you obviously cannot afford decent clothing," the mare scrunched her nose as she glanced down Fluttershy's outfit.

"That's not very kind of ya," Fluttershy murmured.

"I'm not going to be kind to a beggar!" the mare shouted. She cleared her throat. "Now if you excuse me, I have somewhere to be."

She strode away with confidence, her nose high in the air. Fluttershy sniffled as she felt tears sting the corners of her eyes. She wiped her eyes with her hooves and regained her composure, starting her trip to the flower shop.

Years ago, she was a country filly. She, her father, and her mother lived together peacefully on a farm in a town called Ponyville. Those were her golden years. Her father was a kind and respectable stallion. Her mother taught her how to sew, cook, and clean.

Fluttershy smiled to herself as she recounted her happy memories. She was brought back to reality when a taxi screeched to a halt in front of her.

"Watch where you're going, crazy mare!" the stallion pulling the taxi shouted.

"Ah'm sorry," Fluttershy replied quietly as heat rushed to her cheeks from her embarrassment.

So far, this day wasn't a good day. Fluttershy bit her lip to stop herself from crying, and silently prayed that the day would get better.

Finally, the flower shop was in sight. Fluttershy trotted to it. Cold wind blew in her face, but she ignored it. She wanted nothing more than to go inside and try to get the job she needed so much. But when she got to the door, she hesitated. What if something went wrong? What if they rejected her? She suspected they would because she didn't have to look of a mare in a flower shop. Her rough accent could ruin all of her chances of getting the job.

Fluttershy felt a lump swell in her throat. She took a deep breath.

It's now or never. You need this job, Fluttershy thought to herself. She pushed open the door. The bell that was attached to the door rang. The beautiful, sweet scent of flowers hit Fluttershy's nostrils. Before she could enjoy the beauty of the shop, Fluttershy noticed the same mare she had bumped into sitting at the counter.

"Greetings, my name is Cayenne and-" the mare's eyes widened as realization hit her. "You're the mare who bumped into me and almost ruined my Sassy Saddles dress!"

"Ah'm sorry, maybe Ah should go," Fluttershy said. She regretted coming to the shop already.

"Cayenne, are you well?" Another mare appeared from behind a display of many different colors of lillies.

"North Point, that's the ratty mare I told you about!" Cayenne hissed.

The mare Fluttershy assumed was named North Point turned to glare at her.

"What is all the commotion out there?" said a third mare.

"That thing ruined Cayenne's dress, Citrus Blush!" North Point exclaimed.

"Ah swear it was 'n accident, I'm sorry!" Fluttershy whimpered.

Citrus Blush took a moment to consider her.

"Cayenne, I'm sure this mare didn't mean to ruin your dress," Citrus Blush said. "Though it looks fine to me."

North Point and Cayenne exchanged glances, before sending Fluttershy one last angry glare and turning away.

"Is there anything I can help you with?" Citrus Blush inquired.

"Y-yea, Ah was wonderin' if Ah could 'pply to this 'ere shop," Fluttershy replied. Citrus Blush's jaw dropped and stared at Fluttershy with blank eyes.

"Pardon me?" she said, her voice dull.

"Ah jus' wanted to see if there was any openin' for me to work 'ere," Fluttershy said clearly. She bit her lip nervously.

"It's very kind of you to show interest in my shop," Citrus Blush said. She paused to think of her next words carefully. "While it is kind of you to ask, I'm afraid I cannot let you work here."

"Oh okay," Fluttershy said. She looked down at the ground and her shoulders sagged.

"You're a very beautiful mare and all, but, it's just your accent..." Citrus Blush let out a sigh. "I'm not sure it would impress our customers."

"Ah understand." Fluttershy forced a smile.

"We'd be happy to let you work here if you found a way to make your voice a little more gentle," Citrus Blush said quickly. Fluttershy nodded in response. She couldn't bring herself to speak. "May I interest you in some roses? Free of charge."

Fluttershy gave her a small smile and politely declined. She noticed the two other mares in the back snickering at her. Fluttershy let out a heartbroken sigh. She turned around, avoiding the look of pity Citrus Blush was giving her. She shuffled out of the shop. She needed to get to her flower stand as quickly as possible so she could make up for the lost time she wasted trying to apply to the flower shop.

Fluttershy needed a miracle. She didn't know how much longer she could survive with her current circumstances.

A few blocks away stood the home of the best phonetics professor in Canterlot. The house wasn't giant or small, but the perfect size. From the outside, it looked like a normal home. Once somepony went inside, they would grow confused from the crazy patterns, floating furniture, and more. But, nopony had witnessed such things since the professor always used his magic to make the inside appear normal whenever he had visitors or students.

Professor Discord Higgins was known to be a harsh but efficient professor and along with his good reputation came a good pay. Though he was considered to be apart of high society, he hated the customs ponies of high society had to follow. In public he would act just like them, but when he was by himself he didn't hold himself to as high of standards.

By society's standards, Discord was very attractive as well. He was a unicorn stallion with a gray coat and mane as dark as the night. He had a small white goatee growing, despite that he was young. He looked normal, except for his piercing red eyes and bright blue horn.

But he was barely ever by himself. Today, he had a lesson with a stallion from the Southern States in A-mare-ica. His hoof tapped on the ground impatiently as the stallion read through the book.

"Recite the alphabet," Discord ordered.

"A, B, key-"

"No, no, NO!" Discord shouted. "It's A, B, C, not A, B, key." The stallion looked embarrassed.

"I'm sorry, it's hard to pronounce that letter," the stallion defended.

"We've been working on this all day, and yet you still cannot pronounce correctly!" Discord scoffed. "I think you wasted enough of my time today. Come back next week. Today's lesson is over."

"But I still have a half an hour," the stallion protested.

"I'll give you the amount of money you spent for that half an hour," Discord grumbled, handing the bits to the stallion. "Just get out. I have a headache." The stallion didn't argue and did as he was told after he got his money.

Discord let out a groan and slapped his forehead with his hoof.

"Some ponies," Discord mumbled. "Miss Rarity, MISS RARITY!"

"Yes, sir?" A unicorn with pearly white fur and a curly indigo mane came rushing in.

"Get me some coffee," Discord ordered. "I have a headache. How hard is it to pronounce such an easy letter?"

"Please be easy on him," Rarity insisted. "Not everypony is as gifted in speech as you are."

"They should at least try to take it seriously," Discord huffed. He walked to the chair behind his desk and plopped down into it. "I mean, I've been trying to teach this imbecile for the last two months and he still can't pronounce the letter 'C'!"

"That is a little ridiculous," Rarity admitted.

"I wish somepony would understand how I'm feeling," Discord muttered.

"Maybe it's time for you to find a wife," Rarity said. Discord pounded his hoof on his desk.

"No, I do not need some silly mare to take care of," Discord snapped. "I've got enough to worry about. I don't need a complaining mare as well."

"It was just a thought," Rarity shrugged. "I'll go get your coffee."

After she left the room, Discord looked out the window through his blinds, thinking to himself. Why the devil would he need to get married? Why did anypony get married when they could be free? Discord knew if he married he would no longer have the freedom he had now.

While he was lost in thought, Rarity quietly slipped into his office and set down the cup of coffee on his desk, before leaving again. Discord didn't pay attention to her or even thank her. He walked past the cup and grabbed his coat, deciding that he needed a walk.

Why Can't The Ponish?

Author's Note

Second chapter down! This took three whole hours to write!

So I decided to have a mini story every chapter I make about my experience working with "My Fair Lady" for my high school musical.

When I first heard there were tryouts for the pit orchestra from my orchestra director, I really wanted to join. I play the violin, and those of you who really paid attention to the musical, violins have a major part. I was so nervous during tryouts (even though it was a one-on-one with my director) and felt that I didn't make it, but then I checked the paper when tryouts were over, I made it as a first violin. The tryouts were performed with the first sixteen measures of the Overture.

Why Can't The Ponish?

Rain began to pour from the sky. Fluttershy pulled her coat closer to her body, feeling regretful since her dusty old coat wasn't made with waterproof material. She couldn't go home since she knew her father would be absolutely furious for her coming home rather than being out to make more money for him to spend with his drunken lackies.

Fluttershy's coat stuck to her body, causing her to shiver. The street began to clear as ponies sought shelter or another form of transportation that didn't include being stuck in the rain.

A pair of ponies from the upper class passed Fluttershy's flower stand and didn't pay attention to the miserable pegasus. The mare looked fairly annoyed, her fur coat soaked almost to the point of no repair.

"This rain is ruining my mane!" the mare exclaimed in a shrill voice. "Blueblood, don't just stand there, get us a taxi!"

"Alright, I'll get one." The stallion, Blueblood, rolled his eyes.

He didn't complain since he understood how the mare felt since he, too, was sick of walking in the rain. Blueblood walked to the curb mindlessly and didn't pay attention where he was walking. Suddenly, Blueblood knocked into Fluttershy's flower stand, causing two bundles of flowers to fall to the ground.

"Why the devil is the flower stand sitting on the curb?" Blueblood exclaimed. He looked up and made eye contact with Fluttershy, realizing the flowers belonged to her.

"Please, sir, watch where yer goin'," Fluttershy sighed. She didn't sound angry, but deflated.

Blueblood knew that she was just a flower filly, but he had a reputation to maintain with the public.

"I'm terribly sorry, miss," Blueblood apologized with fake kindness.

"Two bundles of violets trod in the mud," Fluttershy whimpered. "A full day's worth of bits."

Blueblood opened his mouth to speak, but he was interrupted by an angry Fleur.

"Blueblood, find a cab already," the mare hissed through grit teeth.

"Alright, Fleur," Blueblood replied, annoyed. He strutted away.

"Um, are either one of you going to pay?" Fluttershy asked quietly.

"Oh, go about your business, little filly," Fleur huffed as she rolled her eyes.

Fluttershy's ears went flat on her head and her shoulders slumped. Those were some of her best flowers. Those and roses sold the best from her stand. She knew anypony decent wouldn't run off without paying for a poor girl's spoiled flowers. She didn't argue since the ponies from the upper class most likely wouldn't listen.

"Good heavens!" exclaimed a white unicorn stallion passing by, opening his umbrella.

"Sir, is there any sign of it stopping?" Fleur whined.

"I'm afraid not. It is worse than before," the stallion announced, using his magic to wipe his eyeglass on his suit.

"Oh dear," murmured Fluttershy. She wouldn't get any business if it was raining so much ponies wouldn't want to be out and about. Fluttershy took a moment to consider the unicorn stallion in front of her. He was obviously a unicorn of high status since he had a well-styled royal blue mane and mustache, along with a fancy suit. Maybe he would be able to buy some flowers from Fluttershy out of pity. "If it's worse, it's a sign of it almost being over. Cheer up, cap'n. Buy a flow'r off a poor filly?" Her voice started out confident, but her voice was barely a whisper by the end. It certainely was a lot harder to be a confident business-mare than others made it seem.

"I'm terribly sorry, but I don't have any change," the unicorn said with a look of pity.

"Ah can change ya half a crown," Fluttershy said desperately.

"I told you, I'm awfully sorry but..." the unicorn dug through his pockets. "Oh wait, yes, here's three ha'bits, if that's any use for you."

"Thank ya kindly, sir," said Fluttershy happily, taking the bits in her hoof, inspecting them cheerfully.

A stallion wearing a trenchcoat trotted over to the stand, giving Fluttershy a concerned stare.

"You best be careful and give 'em a flower for that. There's a bloke behind that pillar takin' down every word you're sayin'," with that, the stallion trotted away.

Fluttershy felt nervous and glanced over at the pillar, immediately believing it to be a police pony.

"Um, Ah ain't done nothin' wrong by speakin' to a gentleman," Fluttershy said quietly to whoever was behind the pillar. "Ah'm a respectable mare. Ah only spoke to 'im to ask him to buy a flower off of me."

A few ponies nearby came over to see what the commotion was about.

"Oh, don't start," an old stallion snapped at Fluttershy. Her cheeks flushed from embarrassment.

"What's all the noise?" asked the mare standing next to the stallion.

"There's a tec taking down all of her words," another stallion said.

"S-Sir, d-don't let 'im ch-charge me," Fluttershy stammered. "Th-They'll take away me character and drive me o-onto the s-streets for t-talking to a gentleman."

When she was done speaking, a stallion came out from behind the pillar. He wore a pressed black suit and a matching top hat. His gray fur shone and his white goatee was trimmed to perfection. Her eyes locked onto his horn, which was bright blue. She wondered why it was that color, but it was no time to ask silly questions such as that. She bit her lip nervously, preparing a speech on how she didn't do anything wrong.

"There, there, who's hurting you, silly filly?" Discord asked in a taunting tone. "What do you take me for?"

"On me Bible oath, Ah never said a word to 'im," Fluttershy said quickly and quietly. She looked down at the ground nervously, unable to keep eye contact with this stallion.

"Shut up, shut up. Do I look like a police pony?" Discord smirked.

Fluttershy felt relieved. As soon as that relief came, she felt confused.

"If yer not a police pony, why did ya take me words down, if ya don't mind me askin'," Fluttershy said. "May Ah see what ya wrote about me?"

Discord gave her a smug grin and pulled out the notebook from under his hat, flipping through a few pages before showing Fluttershy the page he wrote about her. She squinted at the notebook, unable to read the chaotic handwriting. It looked like every word was written by a different pony since none of the letters matched letters from other words. Fluttershy had a headache from trying to read it.

"Ah'm sorry, but Ah can't read it," Fluttershy murmured, hoping she didn't sound rude.

"I can," Discord said in a sing-song voice. He started to terribly mimic her voice. "'Ah say, cap'n now buy a flor off a poor filly.'" Fluttershy's face turned bright red as she realized how ridiculous she sounded to other ponies.

"Is it because Ah called 'im cap'n? Ah meant no harm," Fluttershy tapped her front hooves together nervously. She turned to the unicorn. "Please don't let 'im press charges against me for that."

The unicorn nodded at Fluttershy and took a step towards the stallion.

"I wouldn't dream of it," the unicorn said. He turned to Discord. "If you're really a detective, you don't need to protect me from young mares until I say so. She obviously didn't mean any harm."

"He ain't no tec. He's a gentleman. Look at his boots," one of the ponies in the crowd pointed out. Discord turned to the pony.

"How are your ponies down in Selsey," Discord asked, his voice dripping with false kindness.

"How did you know my ponies were from Selsey?" the pony asked suspiciously.

"Nevermind," Discord huffed, before turning his gaze back to Fluttershy. "How did you come to be so far up east? You were born in Lisson Grove."

"There isn't any 'arm that Ah left Lisson Grove," Fluttershy replied, feeling slightly offended. "It weren't fit for anypony to live in, and Ah had to pay four 'n six a week." She shuddered at the memory. This was before she lived out in the country. Her early fillyhood was spent in the horrible place.

"But you fit so well with all of those dirty ponies there," Discord said. Fluttershy's eyes welled up with tears and she started to cry. Discord frowned, though he believed what he said, he hated it when mares cried.

"Come on now, he can't touch you," the unicorn said softly, patting Fluttershy's back. "You may live where you please."

"Ah'm a good filly, Ah am," Fluttershy murmured.

"Yes, of course," the unicorn said to comfort her.

Another stallion rushed over, his attention on Discord.

"If you really know where ponies come from, where do I come from?" the stallion questioned.

"Oxton," Discord replied with a bored expression, as if the decision wasn't hard.

"Well, who said I didn't," the stallion shrugged. "Blimey, you know everything, you do!"

The unicorn looked on the scene with interest. He couldn't deny that this stallion had some sort of talent and intelligence in this area.

"You, sir, do you think you could get me a taxi?" Fleur asked, rushing up to Discord.

"I don't know if you noticed, but it stopped raining," Discord snapped, annoyed that he was interrupted by this mare. "You can get a Motor Bus to Hampton Courts. That's where you live, is it not?" Fleur scowled at him, while Blueblood was suppressing a chuckle in the background.

"Such impertenance," she groaned, turning away and sticking her nose in the air.

The same stallion that warned Fluttershy about Discord writing down her words appeared, gesturing to the unicorn.

"If you're so good at knowing where ponies come from because of their accents, where does he come from?" he asked.

"Cheltingham, Harrow, Cambridge, and uh, India," Discord replied slowly, taking a moment to think.

"Quite right," the unicorn said, tapping his chin with his hoof in interest.

"Blimey, he isn't a tec, he's a blooming busybody," somepony from the crowd said in awe. Discord smirked and posed.

"I say, how do you do it?" the unicorn asked.

"Simple phonetics," Discord said simply. "That's my profession, and also my hobby. Anypony can place an Irishpony or a Yorkshire pony by his brogue, but I can place somepony by six miles. Even two. Sometimes even two blocks."

"Is there a living in that?" questioned the unicorn, his jaw dropped at Discord's answer.

"A fat one," Discord grinned. He noticed Fluttershy's stare. "Mare, keep your eyes off of me. Go seek the shelter of some other place of worship." Fluttershy scowled, her earlier shyness forgotten.

"Ah have a right to be 'ere if Ah like, same as you," Fluttershy retorted.

"A mare who utters such disgusting and depressing noises has no right to be anywhere," Discord laughed at his own words. Fluttershy's jaw dropped, her confidence once again gone. "This is what the Ponish call an elementary education."

"I say, sir, I think that is a poor comparison," the unicorn argued, stepping in front of the mare subject to Discord's verbal abuse.

"They're everywhere, dropping H's and speaking the Ponish language any way they please," Discord sighed. He turned to one of the ponies. "Sir, have you gone to school." The stallion glared at him.

"What do you take me for, a fool?" the stallion answered.

"No one taught him 'take' instead of 'tike'," Discord said. "I'd rather hear chickens in a barn." Fluttershy grit her teeth, unable the foreign feeling of anger she never felt before.

"Go-on," Fluttershy tried to say calmly, but it came out sounding like she had said 'garn'. She winced as she knew what was to come.

"'Garn'?" Discord wrote the word in his notebook. Fluttershy stared at the notebook with pure loathing. "I ask you, sir, what kind of word is that? It's the 'ow' and 'garn' and other words like that she says that keeps her so low in society, rather than her dirty clothes and face."

"I wouldn't go that far," the unicorn sighed, his words unheard.

"The way a Ponishstallion talks defines him, whether he makes his fellow Ponishstallions despise him or respect him by how he speaks. The Ponish language is butchered. An Irish or Scottish pony will make your ears want to scream. In A-mare-ica, they haven't used it in years. Now, why can't the Ponish teach their foals how to speak? The Norwhinny learn Norwhinnian, the Grace teach their Grace. In Prance, every Prench stallion knows his language A to Zed." Discord paused his speech as he pulled his goatee in thought. "The Prench actually don't care what they do, as long as they pronounce it correctly. You see this creature with her curb stone Ponish? In six months I could pass her off as a duchess at the Grand Galloping Gala."

The unicorn laughed at his words, not able to believe somepony could change another pony's life so drastically from just their voice.

"I could even get her a job as a mare's maid or a shop's assistant, which requires better Ponish," Discord gloated. Fluttershy's eyes widened at what he said.

"What's that you say?" Fluttershy asked, feeling hope for the first time in years.

"Yes, you squashed cabbage leaf, you disgrace to the noble architechture to these columns, you incarnate insult to the Ponish language. I could pass you off as the Queen of Neighba," he smiled.

"Ow, ya don't believe that, cap'n?" Fluttershy said, her voice slightly raised.

"Anything's possible. I'm a student of Indian dialects myself," the unicorn admitted.

"Are you? Do you know Colonel Fancy Pants, the author of spoken Sanskrit?" Discord questioned, his eyes shining like a colt given a lollipop.

"I am Colonel Fancy Pants. And who might you be?" the unicorn asked. Fluttershy tilted her head at the introduction. The name certainely suited him.

"Professor Discord Higgens, the author of 'Higgins Universal Alphabet," Discord said proudly. Fancy Pants' eyes widened.

"I came from India to admit you," Fancy Pants gasped.

"I was going to India to meet you!" Discord exclaimed.

"Discord!"

"Fancy Pants!"

Discord and Fancy Pants shook hooves. Fluttershy suddenly felt out of place as she was forgotten by the two stallions. She preferred to be ignored rather than insulted by Discord for no particular reason.

"Where are you staying?" Discord asked Fancy Pants.

"At the Carlton," Fancy Pants replied. He pointed at a fancy hotel across the street.

"No you're not," Discord said with a straight face. "You're staying at 27A Whinnypole Street. Come, and we'll have a good talk over dinner."

"Right you are," Fancy Pants replied with a smile.

"Indian dialects always fascinated me," Discord admitted. Fluttershy looked in her coin basket and noticed she hadn't made much, so she thought she had nothing to lose if she said one more thing.

"Buy a flower, kind sir. I'm short for me lodgings," Fluttershy said softly, trying to make her most sad face. Discord scoffed and rolled his eyes.

"Liar. You said you could change half a crown," Discord reminded.

"Take the whole blooming basket for sixbits," Fluttershy huffed, putting the basket in front of Discord.

"A reminder," Discord said, pouring a hoof-full of bits into the basket, much more than what she asked for. "Keep the flowers." Fluttershy opened her mouth to protest so he can take the flowers, but he was already walking away with Colonel Fancy Pants. She listened to them until they were out of sight.

"How many are there exactly?" Discord asked.

"How many what?" Fancy Pants raised an eyebrow.

"Indian dialects?"

"No fewer than a hundred forty-seven distinct languages are recorded as vernacular in India," Fancy Pants replied as they turned the corner. Fluttershy walked them.

"Ow," she muttered as she remembered Discord's cruel words, but then looked in the basket, feeling satisfied with the massive amount of coins in the basket. "Ah..."

She had to admit, even though he was rude towards her, he must have had some good in him to give her that many bits without taking the flowers.