"Hey, Narrow, hey Bolt." greeted Brisk, setting the muffins on the table. "Try one? Willow made them."
Narrowleaf took a bite from a muffin. "This is... Great!" He said, surprised. He thought for a moment, then finally spoke up. "What do you think, Brisk?" He asked.
She squeaked in excitement, and got on a chair. "Bolt! Come eat!" she demanded. "Flitter's coming." said Brisk. "We have other muffins too, Daddy." she said, nodding. "Blueberry, chocolate chip, apple, cinnamon, apple cinnamon, annnnd plain."
Flitter came in. "Hello, everypony." she called. "She did it all herself. I'm quite proud of her." said Brisk, taking a bite of a cinnamon one.
"Hey all. Can I have one?" she asked. Brisk tossed her a cinnamon apple one, and Flitter caught it. "Wow, these are really good. Do you do these, Willow?" Willow jumped up and down in excitement. She leapt from the chair, and flapped her wings, trying to fly, but failing. She growled. "Excuse me, please." she said, leaving.
She gave him a look. "I'm a changeling whose afraid of heights." she said, grabbing a blueberry muffin. A sudden thump came from outside, and Willow came back in. "Owwww." she said. "I jumped from the roof."
"I wanted.. to fly." she said, quivering. "I'm sorry, I just.. can't fly." (CAN'T.. RESIST... HNNNGG.)
Bolt picked up Willow. "Hey she just wants to see clouds." Bolt said. "Want to fly on my back?" Bolt asked