One Page Ponies

Evening came and the market cleared out as ponies heeded the call of dinner. Applejack thought to join them and closed up her stall. She packed everything up onto the cart, save for two apple fritters she'd set aside under the counter that morning.

Then one last errand. She carried the treats down the few streets and twists and turns to the Golden Oak Library and knocked on the door. Twilight's lovely voice sang out "Coming!" and she answered a moment later.

"Hey. I, uh, had these left over from the market. Thought I'd see if ya wanted them for dessert."

"How thoughtful. Thank you." Twilight took the pastries.

"I guess I better head on home. My stomach's getting mighty impatient. Y'all have a good evening."

"You too, Applejack." She hadn't given them away for free. Twilight's smile was the payment.