"Ive been gone for 33 years. Doing anything i possibly could to find out why my parents seemed to have disappeared from existence."
"I..." Asmo wrapped his hooves tight around her. "I'm glad you still thought of me after 33 years... Gonna be honest, I'd kick you right in the *squee!* if you came back 33 years later."
"Hey Az, what say we propose a toast to Maya, since she deserves it? Still got a bit of cider left, after all."
Azrael nodded. "This is true. She did just get torn open. Stool... thing. Fetch us all cider, will you?"
Windsor returned with the cider and a name tag that read 'Windsor B. Stoolington, Esq.' ************************************************************************************* Nightshade turned to Raven, "So, how's it feel to be the big sister?"
"Thank you, Windsor the Stool." Azrael raised his glass. "To Misses Heartstrings?" Asmo grabbed a cider with his tentacle and raised it high. "To Stoner Horse, new proud mom, and all around iffy role model!"
"And Dusty, too!" Asmo added. "For catching the bulk of all her pregnancy moody bull*squee!*! Even if it was short..."
"Waiting till my 18th..." Raven grabbed herself a soda and raised it. "To the couple that saved my sorry filly flank, took me in, got me an education despite living in a dimension without schools, let me spread my wings, and helped me get awesome at music!"
Silver raised his glass, and toasted, "To Maya, and to the new colt. May he grow strong and wise, and may he use his strength and wisdom for the good of Equestria."
Silver nodded. "Indeed. It would make me very happy to see this colt someday surpass me in service of the princesses."