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Narrowleaf came to a stop beside Brisk. "What?" He asked.
"Sure. If that's what you-" He stopped. "Wait up!"
"Then we don't have it on a full moon." He replied once more. "That simple!"
"Hmm... When do you want it?" He asked.
"Sure. Let's hurry!" He replied.
"I meant Bolt and Flitter's... They never told us..." He said.
He nodded back. "So when's the wedding?"
"Alright. We'll have it in a week." Narrowleaf replied.
Narrowleaf shrugged. "I have no clue. Thought you might have an idea..."
"Oh... That's right..." Narrowleaf replied. "And that reminds me... When will we have ours?"
"No, no. It's fine. I'd rather have these new memories anyway." He replied.
"Hmm... Just that Applejack is my mother and that I witnessed my father's death... Y-yeah just that."
"Oh yeah... She is." He responded.
"Thanks!" He said, ripping into his pancake.
(Cake??) "Good... I'm starving." He replied.
"Are they ready?" He asked, excitedly.
(Insane people) Narrowleaf crashed into the kitchen. "Who's making pancakes?!" He asked, before running into a wall.
The next morning, Narrowleaf woke up. "Huh... I wonder where Brisk slept..." He said, walking out from his room.
"Well then... I'm a bit tired, because I haven't slept in a while... G'night..." He called, trotting to his room. (Should probably get to sleep...
"Yeah... It'll be fine!" He replied, walking inside. (Okay then. G'night.)
