“You want me to do what exactly?” Olive Facet frowned as she held up the roll of paper in her magic, then looked to her marefriend.

“It’s a ‘Friendship Report,’” Snare Trap said gently, giving a sheepish smile to Olive. “Princess Twilight talks about them in her Friendship Journal book.” Trap grinned and floated it beside her in her magic.

Olive snorted. “And what exactly does this entail?”

“Well, you write a letter like you would to Princess Celestia, detailing all the things you learned about friendship on a given day,” Trap explained. “It’s an exercise in learning about friendship—after all, friendship is magic!”

Olive gave another snort. “And why am I doing this, Snare?” she asked. “I’m a repair pony, not a student of Princess Celestia.”

Trap’s smile became strained. “Well, Olive, hun, uh… you’re not exactly the most friendly when it comes to others.”

“What are you talking about? Creek and Pile have never complained,” Olive retorted.

“I mean, other others. Like customers, or ponies on the street,” Trap elaborated. “Like that pony who came in yesterday. You were rather short with him.”

Olive growled. “Because he was trying to shortchange us! We fixed that clod’s grandfather clock for crying out loud—do you have any idea how many gears that was?”

“It doesn’t mean you should’ve tried to shock him,” Trap said gently. “It’s easy! You just write down what you learned about friendship daily. Princess Twilight recommends you start with a week and see how you feel after that.”

“This is stupid, Snare,” Olive said flatly.

“C’mon, do it for me?” Trap batted her eyelashes, caushing Olive’s cheeks to darken.

“Alright,” Olive muttered, looking down. “I guess so.”

“Great! I’ll give you some privacy to get thinking and writing for today’s lesson.” Trap trotted past her, stopping briefly to give Olive a peck on the cheek before leaving and shutting their bedroom door behind her.

Olive huffed at the paper, frowning at the blankness staring back at her as she magically grabbed a quill and ink bottle.

“Let’s see… ‘Dear Princess Celestia,’” Olive began, scribbling it down. She grumbled under her breath as she paused.

This was incredibly stupid. She already had friends, what did she need this report for? It was true, she had a temper as about as tall as she was, but was a friendship report really necessary?

Her ears drooped. Maybe her other friends had noticed too. And maybe there wasn’t a chance she wouldn’t get any others. She nibbled her lower lip as she looked back to the paper. She couldn’t let Trap down—if she thought it would help, Olive would give it a shot.

Olive wracked her brain for a few moments before inspiration struck her and she continued: “’Today I learned that friends forgive one another when they act out or act rude towards others, and try to understand how each other feel. A true friend sticks with you, no matter what you’re going through.’”

Finishing, Olive scanned over her work. Maybe it was a little bit of a loophole to use Snare Trap to base her friendship report off of when Trap was her marefriend, but friendship was friendship, right?

Beaming, proud of herself, Olive took up the friendship report and hurried to go show Trap.

Author's Note

Fun fact: Snare Trap is definitely the pony pony of their repair shop. Olive is a little short-tempered to go with her height.