Title: PinkieConvo Author: Anonymous Pastebin link: http://pastebin.com/LWtNsYxJ First Edit: Sunday 22nd of June 2014 03:35:14 PM CDT Last Edit: Sunday 22nd of June 2014 03:35:14 PM CDT Pinkie pushed away from the table and merrily bounced her way across the garden. Springing over one hedgerow planted her right before a startled pair of salesponies.   “Hi!” she chirped, “My name's Pinkie Pie! And I'm certain I've met you two gentlecolts before!”   Flim and Flam looked at each other, fumbling with their words; quick to dismiss her.   “If it's about that dragon pesticide.” Said one   “Or the water breathing potion.” Said the other   “Nope! Neither! I'm just happy to see you both again!” Pinkie looked over their table, all strewn with notes and number tables, but noted above all else that their pastries had no drink accompaniment. “How come you don't have a coffee? Do you want me to get you some?”   “Is she losing her mind, o' brother of mine?”   “I believe she's lost her mind.”   “I've got it right here,” Pinkie vigorously rapped her head with her hoof and then planted both hooves down on their table, jolting some of their paperwork. “You two don't, though. I remember you two were once singing and dancing! You even had a big fancy machine; it was so super duper stupendous! Is that what you're working on now!?” She brought her face right up to the strewn notes, reading the details of an assortment of sales pitches surrounding a tonic.   “Our engineering skills, as stupendous as they may be.”   “Are not being put to use today.”   “And these boring charts and notes you see before you.”   “Are the summary of last evenings efforts.”   “You're trying to make a cure all?” Pinkie asked, holding up a scrawled up advert featuring a youthful filly uncorking a bottle, from which a fountain of vibrant colours rains from. “But she's not even laughing,” Pinkie scrutinized the filly sketch. “Everypony knows laughter is the best cure for all ills.”   The two brothers levitated the proto-poster up and looked it over.   “It's true; she doesn't look as jovial as she could be.”   “I imagine one would look happier if they'd just cured their rheumatoid arthritis.”   “You're getting it!” Pinkie swung both her hooves over their necks, pulling their heads together. “Now we just have to hitch a plan to work in a machine that does it all for you! Just like the Super Sleazy Lemon Squeezy Eight-thousand!”   “Mechanising it would be an even greater problem than the one around my neck right now.”   “Though brother, the benefits we would reap would be sweeter than this problems mane.”   “Aw, thanks!” Pinkie let go of the brothers and prodded her squishy mane. “If you believe in something, you can make it happen. Now how about those coffees?”   “That would be absolutely fantastic.” One brother said, as the other rolled his eyes and swept a lot of paperwork out of the way with a groan.   “Coming right up!” Pinkie bounced over to Octavia, who had been watching the charade from afar.     “So how has your foray into the craft of friendship gone?” Octavia asked, forehooves rested upon the table, and her chin rested upon them.   “They want a coffee each.”   “Right.” Octavia laughed softly and shuffled from the table. “I'll go get them then.”   “Let me come!” Pinkie effervesced, prancing on the spot.   “Not for a moment did I think you were going to let me leave you behind.”   The pair departed from the sunny garden and the outside air, to the cramped detached bakery at the back of the property. [This then continues into a larger paragraph describing the bakery]