Cutie Mark Crusaders: Lemonade Sellers! Yay!

“Hiya Scoots!” Apple Bloom greeted as the last of the customers dropped two shiny bits with a smile before walking off. “Sorry that it took me a while. It's just that, I met Sweetie Belle on the road, and, uh...” she saw two pitchers on the table that was full of lemonade. “Huh. Sweetie Belle said that we're almost out of lemonade.” She then stared at Scootaloo, who had a very very wide and angelic smile, with a golden shiny halo above her head. “Did you make some more?”

Scootaloo nodded gracefully. “Eeyup.”

Apple Bloom smiled. “Well, that's good then!” She then grabbed a glass. “Whew, all that walking made me so so thirsty...” she was about to grab the pitcher, when her friend's hoof slapped her hoof away. “Hey!” she sharply turned her head back to Scootaloo, who was laughing weakly and suspiciously as the pegasus pulled the pitchers away from her. “What's the big idea?”

“W-w-we-well, uh...” crystal beads of sweat ran down on her face as she thought of a very good excuse. “Uh, Sweetie Belle...”

Apple Bloom blinked. “What about her?”

“We-well, she uh...she... You see... She uh...” her eyes were darting to and fro, until she saw the toy wagon that was full of wood and other building materials. “Outpost! Yes!” her sudden outburst startled Apple Bloom. “She said that you should totally and immediately start working on that outpost as soon as you get back! Eheheheh... Y'know...customers are always first...right?” and she finished it with a big big toothy nervous smile.

Apple Bloom brought a hoof to her chin to think about it. “Well... Ah ain't really that thirsty... And Ah don't want to taste the lemonade that you made. Not since after yesterday...” she shivered.

“Ouch...” was all Scootaloo could say, but sighed in relief as Apple Bloom jumped off of the chair and went to start making their outpost. “Now how should I explain this to Sweetie Belle...” she thought to herself.

“Explain what?” Apple Bloom asked.

“Nothing! Nothing!”