Raven snickered and took the potion. "My mistake, babe." "I'd be concerned," Maya said, "but this crap used to happen so much... I'm actually kinda chill, just as long as she doesn't break her neck."
"I'll make sure she doesn't." A seriously look appeared on Nightshade's face. "I needed to talk to you about something important. Possibly a matter of life or death."
"Oh, man..." Maya's ears flopped down. "That's some serious stuff... You've gotta decide on toppings, a size, bread sticks, a beverage, thick or thin crust. This is dire stuff, dude."
"Pan-style with pineapple and green peppers. And a beer." She sighed. "Rave's birthday needs to hurry up. I hate that I can't buy my marefriend a drink."
"I'll take a Pony-Cola," said Raven. Maya giggled. "Soon, dude. I plan on getting her messed the buck up. Uhh... crap, nopony to take the bar while I cook."
"Thanks. But don't ever say that. Bad luck. Said that hours before I got my neck slashed." Maya went back into the kitchen.
Mat looks at Dusty, "... They all have their different strengths... but... this thing... physically... I might end up being stronger then all of them, as far as the potential goes. They all also have someone watching their back, helping keep them straight, helping in other ways, you know?"
Mat shrugs, "Well, there's Rush... but he's only able to do so much... Plus, I worry more about him, as strong as I have to be, I'm afraid his opinion of me will change. I'm afraid all of yours will."
"That may be the most absurd thing I've ever heard. None of us are foals. We're not so easily scared."
"The public. This is not the Post-Luna Era anymore. Ponies are more open-minded now. Even less fearful."
Mat shakes his head, "You say that... but... I'm not too sure. I've already heard a few ponies refer to me as a monster... Like when I went back to Canterlot, and Prince Blueblood was having a conversation with Princess Celestia."
