Skype RP 4: Leftovers

Previously:

 

I had to leave for the day, meaning I didn't get to eat dinner. With Dash, or otherwise. Rarity entertained her guest, Donut Joe. And I just jumped on Skype to say hi before eating.

 

>Getting up from the computer, you leave your room.

>The decor of the restaurant remains in the living room.

>While one of the tables looks well used, the other appears untouched.

>Dash probably ate outside, or on the couch or something.

>As you walk through to the kitchen, you can hear Rarity and Donut Joe talking in the other room.

>At least you hope it's just talking.

>Still no sign of Dash.

>In the kitchen, you open up the fridge.

>It's packed!

>There's so much freakin' food.

>Rarity made WAY too much.

>There's more than enough for your meal.

>It's as if there are enough leftovers for...

>...two meals...

>Oh man.

>You take the food out of the fridge.

>As you turn to put it on the counter, you see Dash.

"Heyo."

>"'sup?"

"Nothin', just about to heat up some leftovers."

>"Oh, can you make me some too?"

>Knew it.

"Why, didn't you eat before?"

>"Well YEAH, duh, of COURSE I did."

>Right.

>"I just flew it off, is all. Can't a girl be hungry? Geez."

"Alright, I get it! Some for you too."

>A cut of steak, some mashed potatoes...this doesn't seem like at ALL what Rarity would cook.

>Or what ponies would eat!

>So thoughtful of her.

>Though there is an odd amount of vegetables.

>Probably Dash's.

>While yours is reheating, you make her a plate.

>...as best you can.

>It's freakin' vegetables.

>Can't dress them up too nicely.

>While your meal beeps, hers is about done.

>As done as an arrangement of veggies can be.

>Dash is already sitting at the unused table.

>Walking up to her, you place her food in front of her.

>"Thanks!"

"You're welcome."

>With that, you walk away, plopping down on the couch.

>...what? It's comfier.

>"A...I..."

>A few seconds later, Dash flaps over, sitting on it as well.

"You can use the table if you want! I'm just here because it's more comfortable."

>"Well I, uh...agree. It IS comfier here."

>For a short while, you sit there, eating your food.

>You consider turning on the T.V., but you decide against it.

>The silence is nice for once.

>"So, Techy..."

>You look down to the blue mare.

"What's up?"

>"Do you...like having me around?"

>What kind of question is that?

>Of course you do!

>...right?

"Yeah, of course I do."

>"Good..."

"Why, do you think I don't?"

>"Well..."

>You can tell this isn't gonna be fun.

>"Every other writer seems to be freaking out over their pony friends..."

>So she read the chat while you were gone.

>Great.

>"...and you never wrote happy things about me, and...well, I just-"

>You put your hand on her head.

"Dash, you think I'd like to hang with anyone else?"

>"Maybe...I don't know..."

"I don't think any other pony could match up to the coolest, awesomest, radicalest pony ever!"

>Her eyes light up.

"Besides, they probably can't throw frisbees worth garbage. Well, not like YOU can, either..."

>"HEY! I throw the FASTEST frisbees!"

"Psh. Mine were at least 20% faster."

>She gets up from the couch, flapping her wings menacingly.

>"Oh yeah? You wanna go RIGHT NOW?"

"Bring it on!"

>You leave the food on the couch, and rush outside.

>Frisbee in the dark might not be the safest nighttime hobby.

>But damn if it wasn't fun.

 

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