Separate names with a comma.
"What's their name? Maybe I know them."
I said it once. >~>
"So uhh... what's up with the candy camo?"
"That's kinda dull. I've had some changes. Check it out, I opened a bar!"
"Why's that?"
The cake put up no fight.
"Cut yourself a slice. It's cinnimon."
"True. I'll let Dusty learn he shouldn't get that involved with him." Maya slouched back. "Want some cake?"
Dusty nodded. "Not uncommon here," Maya said, getting more cake. "Everypony here's a warrior in some way. We've all been through *squee!*, everypony...
"I wonder. What physical trauma has this one endured? Enough to break any lesser pony a million times over?"
"So am I, but I was addressing Arch."
Wait, why'd you want in in the first place then?
"You must magically know everything we've seen," Dusty said, surprisingly calmly.
"Hopefully he sticks around," Dusty said aloud in response.
So, uhh. Megadeth is still better than Metallica, Blackened. Come at me.
"It looks like you've seen as much battle as we have," Dusty commented to Arch.
"Fun, fun. Lemme guess, suplexing planets?"
Maya nodded. "Looks like it. I'm also pregnant, and having a vacation day. What's up with you?"
"I'm adopted," Raven clarified. "Why I have an urban accent and she doesn't."
