Ten Minutes (Or More)

“—I just work here!”

“Oh, you are so silly.”

“Says the mare putting herself through stress and workplace drama for the thrill of it.”

“Oh, that’s just untrue! I am paid!”

“Yeah! Spoken like a real employee of—!”

“Nicholas! Inside voice, please.”

“Aw, alright. You’re just a soft, sensitive thing.”

“I think I have seen quite enough here to say that I am nowhere near as durable as you. And I still worry sick for us!”

“C’mon, it’s just a few tons of steel between me and total—”

“No swearing in the car!”

“Fineee. I need to start trying to cut back on it again, anyways.”

“...What motivates you to improve like that?”

“Well, it keeps me from falling too deep in the hole, you know? Life can be a real pain in the...”

“Plot.”

“Yup, that! Which reminds me, I was reading some stuff about pony anatomy.”

“Nicholas!”

“What?”

“Don’t play coy! I know your games, now. You’re a deviant and a scoundrel.”

“No, hear me out! Look... This... is your fetlock.”

“Mhm.”

“Smooth and feathery. Your pastern, yeah? Your cannon... Up here, this pretty horn. This pretty mane. And this... pretty... face.”

“...You are such a deviant.”

“Never said I was normal, Diamanté.”