Ten Minutes (Or More)

“Did you manage to sign up for Thursday?”

“Yes, Nicholas.”

“Alright, good. All this overtime lately is just killing me.”

“There’ll be none of that while I’m here, sweetheart.”

“...God, Dia. I can’t even be sarcastic with you anymore. What’ve you done to me?”

“Fixed you.”

“Yeah, right... love you.”

“I love you, too.”

“...Conveyor’s been a pieceee of work all night. Ow.”

“Hush. No more work talk.”

“Alright, alright, more about Equestria, then.”

“Really? Here?”

“Dia. There are only two things keeping my life bright right now. And it’s you, and you when you get into a never-ending barrage of anecdotes about Canterlot. You are the best thing to happen to me.”

“Mm... you’re up there for me.”

“Uh huh. Let me guess, the day you got your cutie mark?”

“You know me so well, Nicholas.”

“...At least you didn’t get a mark in fast food.”

“Oh, don’t remind me! I still cannot believe you took me on a date with fast food!”

“Hey, I cook for you, now! Plus, I didn’t know you expected it to be a date! You said you wanted an experience.”

“Ah. Well, you delivered.”

“Of course! What can I say? I’m a shipper.”