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"Half the fun of having magic is abusing it," Nightshade observed.
"Jalapeno and cheese omelet. Three eggs." She took a seat at the table next to Maya and Dusty's. "So, Mom-To-Be, how are you feeling?"
"So, who's up for breakfast?" Nightshade asked. "Maya, do you feel up to cooking? You can just get Windsor to do if you want."
"Where'd you get that, anyway? The BFG9000 is Doomverse tech. Never seen one in Equestria."
"Crushed eyes hurt," she acknowledged. "Hello, you two," she said to Zeran and Berri.
"As I'll ever be. You seem to be missing a bit of face. What happened?"
"Maya's pregnant with an Alicorn so Etheran the Alicorn turned her into an Alicorn."
"Yeah. Unusually so." She sighed. "If there's one thing I know about Alicorn magic, it would be that it's confusing."
"Etheran, actually. That's way beyond anything I can do." She glanced over at Dusty, then back at Maya. "He explained what's going on, right?"
"How'd ya guess? I can change him back if you don't like him."
I sleep because it's hard to work tired. Also kinda dangerous. Not to me, because I'm unkillable, but in general.
I'd give you a half-minute head start before I released the hounds.
Windsor gave his strange little nod, picked up the ledger, and headed to the kitchen to finish prepping for the day....
That is neither razzle nor dazzle. That is a butt.
Windsor waddled over and laid a ledger in front of them, detailing the night's profits and expenses, as well as a note to order more cider....
(Windsor. And I'm think we should just make him an NPC that anyone can use, so folks can still interact with a bartender when Maya and Dusty...
I have gazed into the abyss of the deepest internet, and it gazed back into me. The creepiness has no effect on me.
Oh, we're doing creepy? [IMG]
Hello, and welcome to Everypony.
TOO. F**KING. FAR. You do NOT get to use the worst *squee!*ing day of my life as a tool for a petty *squee!*ing INTERNET argument. Go *squee!* yourself.
