>You thought for quite some time.
>If you were able to put all of your thoughts into a box, that box would be so dense, you wouldn't be able to lift it.
>But enough about boxes, you have a decision to make.
>You're too entranced to even get out of bed.
>Shimmer is probably waiting for you.
>But...
>That decision...
>...
>You might be in love with her.
>You don't know for sure, all of the abuse may have gotten to you, but you're humoring the thought.
>How will you be sure?
>... It'll come to you when the time is right.
>And if it doesn't, it probably isn't there at all.
>Either way, you have breakfast to get to.
>You peel yourself out of bed and make your way to the kitchen.
>... You're there after an eternity's walk.
>Time certainly is taking its... time.
>You almost threw up from that one.
>You peek in through the door frame.
>She's cooking something on the stove again.
>If you sneak well enough, you might be able to startle her.
>... That's mean...
>"Anon!"
>SWEET TASTE YOU CAN SEE.
>Well, she noticed you at some point, that much is obvious.
>She looks so happy...
>And beautiful.
>Goodness, it looks like the world is sparkling around her.
>You make your way to her side.
"Good morning, Shimmer. What do we have today?"
>She's practically bouncing.
>"It's a surprise!"
>The surprise looks a lot like pancakes.
>... Well, that is surprising. You don't usually eat the same thing multiple times before you run out.
>Though that hasn't been happening recently...
>She flips the last pancake onto a plate for you.
>They're really fluffy, just like last time.
>This is going to be-
>"Anon, wait!"
>She flutters over to a cabinet and pulls out the peanut butter. She opens the lid and spreads it across your pancakes with a knife she had around.
>For some reason.
>Calm down, it was only a butter knife.
>She could only kill you with it if she was really trying to.
>... You're not sure if you should still be scared of that being a possibility.
>Either way, your pancakes now have peanut butter on them.
>She backs away, allowing you to dig in.
>She looks so happy...
>You know these pancakes will be amazing.
>With her as cook, you have no doubt.
>...
>After eating them, you have a few things to clarify.
>You don't doubt her cooking, but she spread way too much peanut butter on them.
>Also, there were chocolate chips in the pancakes.
>... But you hardly tasted them over the power of the peanut butter.
>There wasn't even a lot on...
>It looked like such a small amount, how was it so overpowering?
>You look over to her.
>You shouldn't have.
>Her expression is tearing you to pieces.
>She isn't mad.
>She isn't trying to hurt you.
>She's the one hurt.
>At some point, you must have given away the pancakes weren't as good as you'd hoped.
>Either that or she rolled really high for reading your emotions.
>And you rolled a really low save.
>She dejectedly looks to the floor.
>"I'm sorry, Anon. I just wanted to make something special for you..."
>You're five seconds away from crying your eyes out.
>This mare, the one you've fear, now the one you possibly love, is disheartened.
>Oddly enough, it's not actually your fault.
>Probably.
>... Either way, you're not going to stand by and let it affect her.
"Shimmer, the only thing wrong with it was the amount of peanut butter."
>Her eyes meet yours. She still looks sad, but she appears more confused now.
"It took over the taste. It didn't taste bad, it just didn't taste like a pancake. Kind of like I was eating just peanut butter."
>And now she's back to looking sad.
>You have to save this.
>... But you have no bonuses to this roll!
>The Difficulty Class is probably, like, 15 or something crazy like that!
>... But you have to try.
>Roll to save.
>...
"But I'd be happy to stay here with you and test until it's perfect."
>She looks surprised.
>Then happy again.
>Natural 20.
>The two of you made great pancakes all day.
>You're almost certain she's the one for you.