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"I meant that... I... She... You weren't going to drink that potion, based on what she said, right?" He asked.
"I know. But Flitter is scared of me, so I wanted to know if you felt that way too." He replied. "I... d-don't want it to be th-that way..."
"You asked me if I was afraid of you earlier... Are you afraid of me?" Narrowleaf asked, quickly switching from happy to dead serious.
"That is the complete opposite of what I asked, Brisk." He replied.
"Don't worry! You're not on my menu." He turned to look at Brisk. "What would I gain from eating you, anyways?"
"Well... Now that you mention it, a pony does sound pretty good right now..." He responded, jokingly.
"Well... I'm not a timberwolf, so... just something." He replied.
"Nevermind... I'm going to get something to eat." He said, trotting from the room.
"Oh yeah... Just like me and my timberwerewolf...ness. My father wouldn't make a very good royal guard if he was..." Narrowleaf replied.
(It was friend-zone night for me. ;_;) Narrowleaf yelped out. "How many times are you guys going to scare me like that?!"
"Wait... If you two are changlings, is Rarity actually your mother?" He asked.
"Oh... I... Th-thank you..." Narrowleaf stopped. "Chrysallis is one-hundred percent dead, correct?"
"I... What do you mean?" He asked, unsure if she was talking to him or Flitter.
"So, Brisk... About m-my proposal, I... Have you decided yet?" Narrowleaf asked, turning to face Brisk.
"No clue... I can't do magic myself. For obvious reasons..."
"H-how long have you been th-there?" Narrowleaf asked, startled.
"Y-yeah... I should be fine." He said, standing up. "Just a little nervous breakdown."
"Wh-when? Just now? I probably just fainted. It's fine, my head hurts a little, but fine." He replied.
"I don't care if you do... I do sometimes feed off you." He said, laughing.
"I d-don't really care, but have you been feeding of my l-love?" Narrowleaf said, very faintly.
