>"Um... I'm so s-sorry to bother, but, may I come in?"
>Move aside from the door.
"No, no. Come on in."
>She does.
>Hear a grumbling sound as she walks past you.
"Is, everything alright?"
>"O-oh, th-that's kind of... why I'm here."
>She points at your wall.
>Look over to see the clock.
?See that it's din-din time.
"Ah, say no more. I can cook something up. Just head ti the kitchen, I'm sure you'll know where it is."
>"T-thank you..."
>She walks into the kitchen and sits on a chair.
>Follow along and head for white freeze rectangle.
>Look inside refrigerator.
>See there's nothing, but vegetables.
>Use most of it (preferably lettuce, carrots, tomatoes, asparagus, eggplant.)
>Dice them.
>Pour them all into a boiling water on the stove.
>Add some spice. (Parsley flakes and cilantro.)
>Stir for 10 minutes.
>Turn off the stove and let it cool.
>While it does, head for the cabinets to get out a pair of bowls.
>Take them out and set them beside the stove.
>"Do you need help?"
>Look over to the table.
>She isn't there.
>Feel a light tap on your leg.
>Look down and see that she's tugging on your jeans.
"Yeah, just hold a bowl out."
>She hovers and gets a bowl.
>Get a ladle.
>Dip it in and scoop up your creation.
"Just tell me when to stop."
>Pour it into her bowl.
>"T-that's enough."
>See that it's only half full.
"Please, Flutters. You must be starving. You can have more."
>Keep on pouring.
>"N-no, it's fine. Really."
>Stop to see it's barely three-fourths full.
"Alright then."
>Set it aside on the counter and see her flutter off.
>Get our own bowl, pour some soup, and head for the dining table.
>Sit beside her.
"So?"
>"Um, there's no spoons."
>Nice job, fuckwit.
"Right, my bad."
>She faintly giggles as you get up.
>Get the spoons drying on the rack.
>Head back and hand her a spoon.
"Here, sorry for my stupidity."
>She takes it into her hooves.
>It doesn't slide out.
>Fucking magic.
>"Aw, don't say that. You're just silly, that's all."
>The both of you laugh and eat.
"Anyway, how are the animals?"
 
>For most of dinner, the talk was nothing but her animals.
>Wasn't even a talk, more like a autobiography of her and the woodland critters she nurtures.
>Many of them are fine.
>Some are wounded by a new rose bush near the Everfree Forrest.
>And Angel... still the brat he is.
>Refusing to eat his salad.
>Good thing Flutters is able to take a stand.
>Such a shame it doesn't work all the time.
>"That was delicious, you must tell me your recipe."
"Ah, ah, ah. One can't reveal his ingredients."
>"Aww poo. I'll just keep on coming in a while to keep on trying it."
"Seems like you will."
>Look over to the kitchen clock above the stove.
>It's 8:30
>"Oh no, I must go!"
>She gets up and heads for the door.
>Hear a slam.
>Fluttershy forgot to get it unlocked.
>Head out of the kitchen and to the front door.
>She her laying down with a silly face.
"You should start remembering about that lock."
>She rubs her head as she gets up.
"Let me guess, you need to feed them too?"
>She nods.
>Unlock the door and open it.
>"Same time tomorrow? If, that's fine with you."
>You chuckle.
"Yeah, sure. I'll get some ingredients. You're really running me dry here."
>She kicks the ground a little with a downcast expression.
"Don't worry about it. I like company. You should go on home and take care of them. I'll see you tomorrow."
>Waive to her as she picks up her mood.
>She runs down the path, while waiving a hoof to you.
>"Same time tomorrow..,"
>Whatever the rest of that sentence wasn't hearable, since she's far off.
>She always does this part.
>Too bad it's never been brought up by her.
>You tried to, one time.
>But for some reason, it made her too awkward.
>She just made an "Um" and stirred her soup.
>After that, it was just silent for the entire meal.
>Maybe someday, she'll have enough courage to tell you.