>Once the laughter finally dies down Glen makes his way over to the door to unsnag Lily from whatever caught her hair.
>You go ahead and make your way into the living room.
>But rather than plop down on the couch you decide to turn on your Uncle’s trusty Windows 95 PC.
>While waiting you hear your uncle “ah-ha!” in triumph as he separates Lily from the dreaded doorway, and shortly after you hear him ask if she can help bring in the groceries.
>She’s tiny; she’s even smaller than Echo by nearly a head, and she doesn’t have hands.
>How does he expect her to help?
>Beats you.
>You open up Firefox anyway and navigate your way to Youtube and quickly search for ‘Obama and Queen Pony’s speech’
>Sure enough countless videos of the speech pop up and you click the link at the top.
>27 minutes long.
>4,781 comments.
>301 views.
>Fucking Youtube.
>Regardless, you quickly make your way to the part of the video that has the Queen speaking.
>Where you promptly learn that she’s not a queen; she’s a princess.
>And that the ponies are from a ‘magical land called Equestria’.
>And there are three kinds of ponies:
>Earth ponies who can do jack shit.
>Okay so she phrased it as “have a natural affinity for ruggedness and a strong work ethic.”
>But that’s still jack shit compared to Pegasus ponies; who can fucking fly holy shit.
>Is Echo a pegasus? 
>No, she said she was a bat pony.
>Is that like a type of pegasus?
>You’ll have to ask when she wakes up.
>And last but not least in the pony repertoire are the Unicorns; who can do magic with their horns. 
>The Princess gives a quick demonstration by floating the presidential podium around a bit.
>Your eyes bulge and you jaw opens slightly.
>No way.
>Magic?
“GLEEEEEEN!”
>You see your uncle waddle his way into the living room with groceries hanging off of nearly every appendage he has.
>”Something up Anon?”
>You take a breath to begin yelling about what you’ve just learned.
>But before you can start, Lily rounds the corner with an inquisitive expression.
>And she has what looks like the rest of the groceries in tow.
>They’re floating around her.
>Fucking.
>Floating.
>Groceries.
>Her horn seems to be giving off some king of scarlet colored glowing ‘aura’, and the bags are enveloped in said aura.
>Your racing thoughts stop dead in their tracks.
“Whoah”
>You just... can’t stop staring.
>She notices your gaze and begins fidgeting nervously.
>”Did you not watch the news Anon? Hell I was idly listening to the radio on the way home and heard the speeches.”
“I zoned out on... couch...during” you can’t seem to finish the rest of your sentence to reply to your uncle.
>You just can’t take your eyes off of that scarlet glow.
>”M-mr. Anon?”
“Huh whata?”
>”C-can you please s-stop staring?”
>Her eyes (also scarlet) are looking up at you pleadingly.
>There’s a savagely wild blush all over her cheeks.
>She manages to place the groceries on the table despite the emotional duress you seem to be causing her by staring. 
>So now instead of three scarlet features on her there are only two.
>Despite the fact that the magic is now (quite literally) over. You still haven’t stopped staring. 
>Her blushing intensifies.
>Her eyes finally stopped futilely pleading with yours and have now started looking at ‘everything in the room but you’.
>You snap out of it.
>Fucking magic man.
>You startle Lily by quickly standing up from the slightly uncomfortable computer chair, and walking over to the couch.
>You collapse on the velvety leather of the soft sofa.
>You faintly hear a sigh of relief from your four legged guest now that you're not looking at her.
>She must really not be used to attention.
>Your uncle merely chuckles at the whole ordeal while putting the groceries away.
>Lily (after gesturing toward the other couch with her hoof and getting an affirmative nod from your uncle) makes her way over and tries to bury herself into the cushions.
>You’ve got a sleeping bat horse downstairs and a self-conscious unicorn a few feet across from you.
>Both of them talk.
>One can do magic.
>And one can, presumably, fly.
>Oh, and break into houses.
>What a weird fucking day.
>How the hell did Echo even break in here anyway?
>”Anon! You haven’t seen any gangbangers around here have you? Our window’s broken!”
>Oh that’s how.
>Your uncle continues to grumble about the ‘damn gangbanger shitheads’ until Lily plucks up enough courage to ask what a 'gangbanger' is.
>Your uncle stops rambling and instead sighs while mumbling something about ‘fixing the window later'.
>He makes his way over to his comfy chair in the corner and, like you, collapses.
>Lily is still looking up at your uncle with a curious gaze; she’s expecting some kind of answer.
>Rather than watching your uncle struggle to deflect the question; you decide to do it for him.
“So where did you find our four-legged friend, Glen?”
>He sends a grateful look your way and promptly pipes up.
>”Oh you wouldn’t even believe...”
“You know Glen my horizons are broadening lately when it comes to believing things; I’d say try me.”
>There’s his smirk again.
>”Well, Anon...”