"Nononono! Trust me, that won't be neccesary!"
>You back against the wall as Fluttershy approaches you with the largest fucking thermometer you've ever seen in your entire life.
>"But Twilight's book says that the best way to get your temperature is to-"
"I don't need a thermometer to know I have a fever!"
>"But we need to know for sure. If I can just..."
>Fluttershy closes in on you.
"NEVER!"
>You slap the thermometer away and vault over her.
>You dive behind the safety of your couch.
>"Oh. That's okay then. I guess we don't need to get your temperature right now."
>Damn straight, skippy.

>Fluttershy seats herself down on the rug.
>"Well, how do we find out what's wrong with you?"
"I told you already. I'm feeling fine."
>But you're still not well."
"Does it matter?"
>Fluttershy ponders this for a moment.
>"Well... I guess not."
"So it's agreed? No more crazy medical procedures that neither of us know anything about?"
>"But I was certain that a colonoscopy could-"
"No, it can't!"
>"But the book said-"
"Since when did you turn into Twilight?"
>She bowed her head and began to sniffle.
>Oh, nononono. 
>Bad, Anon. Bad.
--
>You come out from behind the couch and crouch in front of her.
>You brush her bangs from her face and lift her chin.
>"I *sniff* only want what's best for you. *sniff*" she whispers.
>You embrace her.
"I know," you whisper in her ear. "I'm sorry."
>She calmed down rather quickly.
>"So... I take it you don't want the thermometer?"
>You pull back from the hug and give her a deadpan stare.
>"I'll take that as a no."

>You stand and look at the stacks of books Twilight had left for Fluttershy.
>She said she only left you a few...
"Maybe it's best if you just don't read up on this anymore than what's needed."
>"How do we know what's needed?"
"I'll tell you. And I say, no more."
>You look over the mess once more.
"Perhaps we should clean this up."
>"Oh. Okay, then."

"Can I ask you a question?"
>You grab a small stack.
>"Okay."
>You look at her and smile.
"You should show me how you made that veggie soup from last night.
>Fluttershy lifts a book and adds it to your stack.
>"That would be wonderful."
--
>You awaken the next morning with a slight pain in the base of your neck, and your voice is a little raspy.
>But all in all, you feel fine.
>You playfully gloated to Fluttershy about how you knew all along.
>She seemed upset about how she couldn't play the tender, loving, and caring mother anymore.
>You try to get your daily routine back on track.
>You workout schedule has been derailed so many times now, it was pathetic.
>How you are making any progress is beyond you.
>You decide to push yourself today in hopes of making up for anything you may have lost over the last few days.
>You instantly regret this decision.
>After a slow mile, you say 'Fuck it' and turn around, walking back home.

>So tired and worn out..
>You're getting fat.
>This sucks so hard.
>"Hey, Anon. What's up?"
>You stop and turn around.
>Nothing there.
>You turn back around to see Rainbow Dash staring you RIGHT IN THE FUCKING FACE.
>You reel back and fall on your ass in surprise.
>She laughs at your idiocy.
--
>She sits there, hovering over you.
>A smile is plastered across her face.
>You're curious as to what she wants, but also a little scared.
>She offers her hoof to you.
>You're suspicious of accepting it, but take it anyways.
>You feel relieved when all she does is pull you to your feet.
>"Dang, Anon. You're a heavy one."
>That kind of hurts.
>Yeah you were just calling yourself fat, but that's different.
>You think.
"Yeah," is all you can respond with.

>You continue your walk home with Rainbow Dash hovering beside you.
>"So, Anon."
"Yeah?"
>"What are you doing out here?"
"Training."
>"I can see that. But WHAT are you doing?"
"..... Training?"
>Rainbow Dash facehoofs.
>"No stu- ... No. I mean, why are you walking?"
"Im tired."
>Rainbow blows raspberries at you.
>"And you expect to beat ME in a race?"
--
>She must have already forgotten how sick you were just the other day when she came by.
>That, or she's just busting your balls.
>Hard to tell, really.
>She's not the brightest pony you've ever met.
"Well, you know. I need to get faster somehow."
>"You barely ran a mile!"
>Stalker...
>You don't call her out on it though.
"Bad pacing on my part," is your excuse.
>She found this rather hilarious and dropped to the ground to walk while she laughed at you.

"Is there a reason you're here? Or are you just getting off making me feel bad."
>She ignored you, but responded when she finally calmed down.
>"I, uh... heh... I just came by to see if you're game for the Running of the Leaves."
>The Running of the- Oh yeah!
>Way back when you first got here, you had a conversation with Fluttershy about it.
>How you thought that sprinting through the forest, a shower of-
>You get punched in the shoulder by Rainbow.
>"Snap out of it and answer my question," she demands.
>You think for a moment.
"When is it?"
>"Two months."
--
>Two months, eh?
>At least she's waiting until after your wedding.
>Just barely though.
>There's still a lot of time until then and now.
>Plenty of time to get into shape.
>That is, as long as you stop getting yourself hurt.
>Or if you don't freeze due to it being the middle of November.
>Is the Equestrian calendar the same as Earth's?
>You're going to assume it is.
>Come to think of it, the nights are going to become rather cold soon.
>Maybe you should start wearing your faded, old jacket from when you got here.
>If you can even find it, that is.
>Maybe Rarity can patch it up for you?
>Or make something a little warmer at least.

>Rainbow Dash punches you in the shoulder again.
>"Hey. Question. Answer. Now."
>You rub your shoulder.
"A little impatient, aren't we?"
>"Well, what is it?"
>That's a yes.
"Yeah, sure. I guess."
>Rainbow Dash smiles.
>"Perfect. I'll see you then."
"Won't I see you at the Gala tomorrow night?"
>Her smile disappears.
>"Sh-shut up. You know what I meant."
>She flies away, your childish laughs following after her.
--
>You make it home, much to the surprise of Fluttershy.
>"You're home early."
"Didn't want to push myself too hard."
>You fucking liar.
>"Oh, okay. That's good of you. What would you like for breakfast?"
"Hmm..." you scratch your chin. "I don't care."
>Fluttershy's eager face left for a blank stare.
>"What would you like for breakfast?" she asks again.
"I don't care."
>You walk over to the couch and lie down on your face.
>Fluttershy walks around and stands beside you.
>"What do you want for breakfast?"
>Ah, so it's this game, is it?

>You turn your head to face her.
"Surprise me."
>She jumps onto the couch and onto your back.
>You groan and as you feel the weight on your back.
>"What do you want for breakfast?"
>You roll over, dropping her to the floor, and you landing on her.
>You land on your arms to keep as much of your weight off of her without hurting her.
"I don't care."
>She uses her wings and slides out from under you.
>She lands on your back and pushes you into the carpet.
>"What do you want for breakfast?"
>You stand up and back into the couch.
>Fluttershy was holding onto the back of your neck.
>You sit and press her against you and the couch.
"I don't care."
--
>She released your neck and covered your eyes with her hooves.
>You bend over to weaken her grip, then pry her hooves away with your hands.
>She spread her wings and wrapped them around your face.
>"What do you want for breakfast?"
"I don't care!"
>You stand and begin walking around, blindly.
>Fluttershy is bending and twisting your head, causing you to stagger around unbalanced.
>She finally releases you and hops off of your back.
>You are standing in front of the fridge.
"Clever girl..."
>She smiles and squees in victory.
>You sigh and open the fridge.
>And... what do you know?
>Nothing.

>Fluttershy walks around you to get a peek inside.
>She lets out an audible 'Oh,' at the sight of the empty fridge.
>She turns and goes through the cupboards, looking for anything.
>Unless you can find a way to mix peanuts, pepper, and baking soda, there was no way you were eating this morning.
"How could we possibly run this low on food?"
>"Now that you mention it, I'm not sure."
"Didn't we just make a pot of soup last night?"
>"You ate it all."
"Oh yeah..."
>After a few more minutes of staring into the empty fridge, you shut the door.
"So I guess it's back to Ponyville, huh?"
>"It seems that way."
"Damn it."
>It sucks being poor.
--
>You were drawing a few stares from the other ponies as you walked through town.
>Jeez, get over it why don't you?
>You've only been here for...
>Uh...
>Who cares.
>You shouldn't be a damned attraction everytime you do something different.
>You don't wear shorts into town very often, and only once before to your knowledge.
>So your legs are exposed.
>So what?
>Also, why are you putting so much thought into this?

>You shake your head and clear your thoughts.
>Breakfast is shot, unless you go for brunch.
>And you don't feel like going out to eat this morning.
>The two of you wander through the market, pointing out various produce, and disagreeing for the most part.
"This sucks."
>"It's not that bad. Why don't you go sit down and rest for a moment or two? I can do this."
"But then you'll end up buying the asparagus. I hate asparagus."
>"But we can't decide on anything this way."
>You sigh.
"Fine, I guess. Maybe we can feed the asparagus to Angel."
>There's no way in bunny hell that rabbit is going to accept straight asparagus.
>Even after you've arrived, Fluttershy constantly caves into his picky behavior when you're not around.
>Come to think of it, that's probably where all of your food goes.
>If something is out of place even the slightest, he throws his food to the ground.
>You're going to have to rectify that.
--
>You leave Fluttershy to her shopping as you find a bench to sit down.
>It's probably not the smartest idea to be sitting with your legs spread like they are, but fuck it all.
>The breeze feels good.
>You nonchalantly wave to the passing ponies.
>The colts and high class ponies showing disgust, while most of the mares giggled and waved back.
>You lean your head back on the bench and rest your eyes for a moment.
>"Hey you."
>Well that didn't last as long as you would've hoped.
>You look towards the voice, expecting a certain brown pony waiting to get his ass beat.
>Instead, to your surprise, a fancy-looking unicorn is sitting beside you.

"Oh, sorry," you say to him as you scoot over to allow him more room.
>"Why, thank you, sir."
"No problem."
>You cross your arms and tilt your head back again.
>"Fine weather we're having, isn't it?"
>You crack your eye and look over to him.
"Yup," you say, closing your eyes again.
>You're not one for small talk with strangers.
--
>"Anonymous, isn't it?"
>You look over to him before sitting up straight.
"Yeah. How do you do?"
>You extend a hand, which he meets with a hoof.
>"Ah, a firm shake, I must say. It tells a lot about a pony."
"Indeed."
>You could chalk it up that you are actually able to squeeze as opposed to a real pony hoofshake.
>How do ponies even shake hooves?
>"So I heard through the grapevine that you are short on bits at the moment?"
"Well, it's no big secret that I need a real job. But we're scraping by just fine."
>"Well it just so happens that I have a special proposition just for you."
>Sweet!
>Finally, some real work!
>And from a rich pony at that!

"Sure!"
>You try to hide your excitement, horribly at that.
>"It involves your fiance Fluttershy."
>Suddenly you have a bad feeling about this.
>And the sudden urge to punch him in the mouth before this gets potentially worse.
"Yeah?" you ask, concerned.
>"It's really nothing to worry about," he assures you. "I have a distinct memory of when Fluttershy used to model for the great Photo Finish a while ago."
>You sigh in relief.
>You thought this was going somewhere horrible.
>"I would like to acquire her from you as a trophy wife. For a modest fee of course."
>The sudden urge to punch his fucking face in is back with a passion.
--
>You stand and walk away before you tear him a new asshole.
>But the bastard follows you.
>He trots up alongside you.
>"Well. That was rather rude. Don't you think?"
>That stuck up little...
>He thinks YOU'RE being rude?
>Well you are, but that's besides the point.
"No." you state flatly.
>"Aw, come now, Anonymous. There's no need to be like that."
"There's every need to be like that."
>"Well frankly, I fail to see any reason at all."
>He would.
>"If you would just hear me out, this wouldn't have to be so hostile.
>You stop and turn towards him.
"I'm listening."

>"Well, it's really quite simple. All you need to do is act like a monster to her. Perhaps strike her while she's shopping. That should work quite well. Then I will come in, play the hero, and Fluttershy will be mine."
>Flawless plan.
>One problem though.
"And what exactly would I get out of this?"
>"Why, money, of course."
>Of course.
>You can always use more money.
--
>You about face and walk away.
>Once again, he trots up beside you.
>"Here."
>He levitates a coinpurse and secures it to your belt.
>"Take this stipend as a consideration."
"I don't want your money."
>You untie the coinpurse and hand it over to him.
>He waves a hoof at you.
>"Keep it. That's just pocket change, my boy. There's more where that came from if you would reconsider."

>And with that, he trots away, leaving you with his unwanted sack of coins.
>You contemplate scattering the bits around the market.
>You want nothing to do with this pony's ill-gotten money.
>But you do need it...
>And he said he didn't want it, so it wouldn't be stealing for you to keep it.
>Against your good concience, you pocket the money and try to find Fluttershy, just in case something else were to heppen.
>You find her in no time, bartering with the bastard cherry vendor... again.
>You sit and watch and barely manage to surpress your laughter when Fluttershy jumps onto the counter and gives him 'The Stare'.
>The vendor tosses a bag across the counter along with a few bits.
>Fluttershy happily walks away, the bag in her mouth.
>She spots you and you wave her over.
--
>She jumps into your arms as you laugh and give her a kiss.
>She's getting bolder, and finally able to stand up to that guy by herself.
>You're so proud of her.
>But now onto pressing matters.
"Hey Fluttershy," you pull out the sack of coins. "We might have a problem on our hands..."
>"Hooves."
"Now's not the time..."
>She frowns at her bad timing for a joke.
>"I'm sorry."
"Don't be."
>Fluttershy opens the coinpurse to find a surprising amount of bits inside.
>She cocks her head to the side, unable to understand the issue.
>"Did... Did you steal it?"
"What? No! No, I didn't steal it."
>"So... What's the problem here?"

>You relay the conversation you had with the unicorn only a few minutes prior.
>Fluttershy hides herself behind her mane.
>She apologizes...
>To YOU.
"I don't understand."
>"If it wasn't for those magazines, this wouldn't have happened."
>She sniffles, signaling a cry coming on.
>You crouch and rest both hands on her shoulders.
"Hey now, don't be like that. You think I would leave you for a few coins? You gotta be out of your pretty little mind to think I would do something like that. I doubt we'll ever hear from him again."
>She looks up at you with her big teal eyes from behind her beautiful mane.
>There's that smile you know and love.
--
"Hey, I just got an idea."
>"What's that?" asks Fluttershy, looking up at you inquisitively.
>Without a word, you begin walking away.
>Fluttershy, confused at first, decides to follow.
>You round a corner and your destination becomes all to clear.

>You enter the Carousel Boutique and find Rarity working the front counter.
"Hey Rarity, I gotta question for you," you say as you step through the door.
>"Huh?" Rarity looks up from her work to spot the two of you entering.
>"Oh! Good afternoon, Anonymous. Fluttershy."
"Afternoon, Rarity. Hey, can I ask you a question?"
>"Of course, Anonymous."
>Rarity takes off her glasses and sets her pen down.
>"What do you need?"

>You pull up a seat for Fluttershy and you lean on the back of it.
"Well, a few questions actually."
>"I have all day," she says with a smile.
>Quite.
"Well first, you know a lot of high-class ponies, right?"
>"Of course, darling. You don't become the greatest fashionista in Equestria just by dealing with commonfolk."
>You don't know how you should take that comment.
"Alright. Well, do you know anything about the modeling business?"
>Rarity stared at you with a blank expression.
>Even Fluttershy turned and looked up at you with an 'are you serious?' face.
"Okay, sorry I asked."
--
"Well, uh... There's this one pony, a unicorn, who came up to me today."
>"Okay?"
"He talked to me about being interested in Fluttershy. Especially since she used to be a model."
>"A job offer?"
>You shake your head.
"Not quite. He wanted to... uh..."
>You scratch the back of your head.
"How can I say this..."
>"Purchase me," said Fluttershy.
>Rarity gasped and reeled back in surprise before growing a very angry expression.
"Uh... Yeah, actually. What she said."

>Rarity stomps a hoof.
>"What else did this stallion say to you!" she demands.
"Nothing. He gave me a sack of bits and left."
>You pull out the coinpurse and toss it to Rarity.
>She catches it and peers inside.
"He gave it to me to help persuade me."
>Shaking her head, she returns it to you.
>"What a cheap little..." she growls.
>Rarity takes a deep breath and cools down.
>"Please tell me you're not seriously considering it?" she asks.
"Of course not!"
>She nodded.
>"Just making sure."
--
"So do you think you can help us?"
>She shakes her head.
>"Without a name, he's just another Canterlot pony. There's not much I can do."
"That's a shame."
>"But you know a lot of influential ponies, right?" asks Fluttershy.
>"Of course, darling."
>"So if you were to meet this pony, or get a name, then all would be fine, right?"
>"That is correct."
>Fluttershy nods.
>"Thank you very much, Rarity."
"Yeah, thanks Rarity."
>"It's my pleasure, you two. Please tell me if you have any other problems."
"Will do."
>"Mhmm," agreed Fluttershy.

>"Well please drop by soo- WAIT!"
>Rarity throws up a hoof to you and Fluttershy as you turned to leave.
>"I forgot something!"
>She galloped off to the back of the shop.
>You and Fluttershy traded glances.
>Neither of you were expecting anything from Rarity.
>Rarity returned with two flat boxes and hovered them over to you and Fluttershy.
>"Your masks!" she said, excitedly.
>The two of you reached out to grab the boxes, only to have them pulled out of reach.
>"But not yet!" she said with a smile.
>What a tease.
--
>"You can't see them, but trust me, you'll like them," said Rarity.
"Well you've never disappointed me before, so I trust you."
>Fluttershy nodded in agreement.
>"Well now that I've shown you your masks, is there anything else you need from me?"
"One thing. Could you actually SHOW us the masks?"
>"No."
"Fair enough. Other than that, I got nothing. Fluttershy?"
>Fluttershy shook her head.
"Nope. Looks like we're good for now."
>"Okay, darling. Now, if you don't mind, I need to get back to work."
"Alright. It was good speaking with you, Rarity."
>"It's always a pleasure, Anonymous. I'll see you tomorrow night. You too, Fluttershy."
>"Okay, Rarity."
>You hold the door open for Fluttershy as you leave.

"Let me take those bags," you say to Fluttershy after a few hours of shopping.
>She releases them from her mouth and allows you to take them.
>"Don't cut your hands."
"Don't cut my-? Oh, pfft. Yeah, right."
>Fluttershy giggled and you rolled your eyes.
"Let's just get home, alright?"
>"I would like that."
>[One hour later]
>You kick open the front door and race to the kitchen.
>You drop the many bags of food onto the counter.
"Son of a bitch!"
>You shake flail your hands around, trying to ease the pain.
>It's not working.
>"You try too hard," said Fluttershy, laughing as she trotted into the kitchen.
"I don't try hard enough. Otherwise we wouldn't have this money situation."
--
>Fluttershy kissed your hands.
>Like a mother kissing her child's boo boo.
>"I don't care about money."
>She presses her head against your side.
>You instinctively throw an arm around her and pull her closer.
>"I'm sure we will get along just fine. I have confidence in you."
>You don't.
>You don't even know if you will ever get your house payed off.
>Or even find a steady job at that.
"Thanks," is all you're able to respond with.
>You check your pockets and pull out the still-full coinpurse the unicorn gave you.
"Well, at least we're better off than when we left home today.
>Fluttershy nodded.

>You hand the bag to Fluttershy.
"It WAS because of you, you know. I think you should have it."
>Fluttershy stared at the sack of bits in your hand.
>"I don't want it," she said.
"Well I don't want it. So here, take it."
>You toss the bag onto her back.
>She shakes her flank and drops the bag to the floor.
>"Well I don't want it either."
"He gave it to me for you. So it's only right if you take it."
>"But he gave it to you."
"For you."
>"I'm not touching it," she says, backing away.
>Well, crap.
--
"So..." you twiddle your thumbs. "What do we do with it?"
>"We could put it away. Maybe have it go towards the house payment."
"That... is not a bad idea, actually."
>You walk over and pick up the bag.
>You look back and forth between Fluttershy and the bag.
>You touch Fluttershy with it.
"Touch."
>"Anon!" jumped Fluttershy.
"Heheh, sorry."

>Fluttershy's yelp drew the attention of Angel, whos was napping in a basket in the living room.
>You never saw much of him lately.
>Probably because it always ended with him being punted out the door.
>Nevertheless, he ran to Fluttershy's aid in the kitchen.
>She was still in that flinching pose when he came running in.
>Thinking you were trying to hurt her, or just taking this opportunity to be an asshole, he leapt up to you and roundhouse kicked the coinpurse from your hands.
>The bag hit the wall and exploded, sending bits all over the kitchen.
>Fluttershy gasped and covered her mouth with her hooves.
"Angel, what the hell!"
--
>The rabbit looked around, confused at the flying coins and Fluttershy's reaction.
>He reached down to his feet and picked one up to inspect it.
>You could swear his pupils turned to cash symbols for a second.
>He hopped onto the counter and grabbed a cookbook.
>You gave a quizzical look at Fluttershy, who only shrugged in response.
>Angel flipped through the pages before coming to a stop.
>He lifted the book and pointed to his prize.
>A giant freakin salad.
>Adorned with all manners of vegetables, and even whipped cream and a cherry on top.
>"What's that Angel Bunny? Are you hungry?"
>He shook his head and started impatiently tapping his foot.
>"Aw. Here. Let mama take care of-"
"No."

>The two of them looked at you.
>Fluttershy in surprise, Angel in anger.
>Like hell if you're letting Fluttershy spoil him today.
"How do you expect us to make that?"
>Angel points to the bags of groceries sitting on the counter.
"We don't even have everything we need for that."
>Angel points to the bits scattered around the kitchen.
"I'm not wasting money so you can take one bite and throw it in Fluttershy's face."
>He began repeatedly hitting the book, furiously point at the salad and demanding you to make it.
>You couldn't help but notice Angel putting special emphasis on the cherry at the top.
"You touch my cherries, I'm gonna stomp your li-"
>You look at Fluttershy, growing increasingly worried.
"Go get yourself a carrot or something."
>He pouted and hopped up on the counter and dug through the bags.
>You can feel your rage building when he pulls out a little paper bag with a cherry sticker on the front.
--
>He holds the bag high above his head, showing defiance towards you.
"Son of a bitch..." you whisper under your breath.
>His face contorts and he pulls out one of your cherries.
>Damn those bunny ears.
>"Angel," whispered Fluttershy. "Please don't."
>He turns his head to the side, opens his mouth, and hangs the cherry over it.
"Don't you fucking dare..."
>You begin slowly taking steps towards him.
>He cracks open one eye to see you slowly approaching.
>He extends his tongue and begins to slide it over the cherry, seductively.
"Mother fucker..."
>You squint your eyes and try to stare into his soul like Fluttershy can.
>It doesn't work.
>He lowers the cherry into his mouth.
>You aggressively take another step forwards.
>He clamps his jaws shut.
"That's it!"

>You lunge at the offending rabbit.
>You want blood.
>"Anon! No! Wait!" pleaded Fluttershy.
>Angel, foreseeing your inevitable rage, simply hopped up and jumped off your head.
>You hit the counter and spun around to see him racing out of the kitchen.
>You make a break for the kitchen door before Fluttershy grabs your legs and you hit the floor.
>Instinctively, you threw your arms up to protect your face.
>You don't need that getting busted again.
>Hitting the floor like that didn't help your overall condition either.
>Needless to say, it calmed you down very quickly.
--
>You bury your face in one arm and slam your fist into the floor with the other.
"I really hate the rabbit," you say into the floor.
>"He's not so bad once you get to know him," consoled Fluttershy.
>That made no sense whatsoever.
>She acts like the victim of spousal abuse when it comes to Angel.
>No matter how bad it is, she loves him.
>That's not a bad thing, per se, but there are limits.
"I'm sure he's a swell guy," you say sarcastically.
>Fluttershy releases your legs and gets off of you.
>You push off the floor and slowly rise to your feet.
"So," you brush yourself off. "Dinner plans?"
>Please say rabbit stew...
>Fluttershy shrugged.
>"Do you want some more vegetable soup?"
>With rabbit.
"I suppose."
>Fluttershy flew up and kissed you before moving over the the groceries on the counter.
>You sigh.
>Maybe next time.
>You decide to help her prepare dinner.
>Since you're the one with the great and powerful hands, you work the knife as Fluttershy  tosses you the vegetables and mixes them in the pot.
>Cooking is always fun when you got a system or a game going.
>Angel peeks in the kitchen, expecting an ambush.
>Needless to say, he was surprised to see you calm and preparing dinner with Fluttershy.
>He scowled and kicked a carrot that was sitting on the floor for some reason.
--
>You can see Angel out of the corner of your eye.
>'Someone's mad', you think to yourself.
>Your smile catches Fluttershy's eyes.
>She doesn't know what you're smiling about, but seeing you happy makes her happy as well.
>You taste your veggie concoction and determine that it could really use some beef.
>But alas, then Fluttershy would be out of something to eat.
>Unless she decides to-
>Nah, fuck it.
>Perhaps tomorrow night you can fry yourself up a giant porkchop or something if you get home early enough.
>But from what you heard from the others, it's practically an all night thing.
>And Canterlot is supposed to be a few hours train ride away.
>You are NOT looking forward to tomorrow morning.

>A simple dinner tonight is all you need to be content.
>Tomorrow will be an extravagent evening.
>You can spend the night with Fluttershy doing whatever she wants.
>It's not like you know the castle grounds or the city proper.
>She is sure to know the better sights and areas at the Gala.
>Either her, or Rarity.
>But Rarity wil probably be busy showing off her outfit.
>Can't blame her much.
>But if Fluttershy decides to go do her own thing, you're pretty much stuck in a crowd of prying pony eyes.
>Rich and fancy ponies at that.
>You wish Spike was going...
>Then you'd have someone to hang out with should you get abandoned by the others.
>Perhaps you can talk him into it tomorrow.