>For the first time in quite a while, you woke up with no mothpony in your arms.
>Your brain couldn't handle the odd situation.
>In hindsight, it was somewhat sad.
>Sad, meaning pathetic.
>You freaked out.
>Badly.
>Like, hyperventilating.
>You thought she might have just up and left.
>Turns out, a quick depressed trip to the kitchen later, she was making breakfast for you.
>You were ecstatic when you saw her.
>... Then you had to explain the situation.
>She mocked you a bit for it.
>But you still don't care.
>You're just glad she's here.
>...
>Goodness, you really need to control your reactions to things.
>That was way too much.
>All of her stuff was still here, why would that indicate her being gone?
>Your mind skipped every level of Happening.
>Back to the muffins.
>Chocolate Chip, by the way.
>She even got a glass of milk for you.
>Then immediately told you to just drink the milk, not dip the muffins in it.
>... Sadly, that was your plan.
>Maybe you're predictable.
>Maybe it was just meant as an insult.
>Either way, you laughed awkwardly.
>You rolled really low on your Bluff check.
>Currently, you're finishing off the last muffin and the last bit of milk.
>They were really good.
>You feel a hoof on your shoulder.
>Your eyes meet hers.
>...
>One stomach-pump session later, she pulls away from you.
>"Delicious. See, that's how cooking it done."
>You smirk.
>She thought you didn't notice.
"Shimmer, the only muffin mix in this house is Just-add-water."
>She deflates a little, then groans.
>She gets off her chair and leaves the room.
>You just sit there in silence.
>... Well, it seems breakfast is done for today.
>...
>Wait, you didn't even thank her for the muffins!
>All you did was prove they were easy to make, you didn't say anything about how she went out of her way to make them for you.
>... Now you feel bad.
>You have to fix that.
>Like, now.
"H-hey, Shimmer, wait up!"
>She went left... right?
>Dang it, Anon.