CYOA: A Day in Ponyville

You are busy through the day, helping patients and doctors alike with whatever they need. You're soon approached by Redheart with an odd request. "Do you know how to hold things still?"

"What do you mean?" You tilt your head. "I use my magic all the time."

You follow her to a tall clock that's tilted a bit. "Oh." You grab it in your magic and use your hooves too to prop it upright.

Redheart moves in and does a quick adjustment. "There. That's perfect. Thank you so much for your help today. It's been such a busy day here."

"Anytime." You watch as she walks off to get back to work. You trot off in another direction, smiling. Sure, it's busy, but it's a good kind of busy.

You emerge from the hospital late in the evening, yawning with fatigue. Your muscles are sore, but that doesn't matter as you watch the first few stars appear in the darkening sky. You consider your options for the evening.

You:

A: Go straight home.

B: The tavern looks lively.