Twilight: Alright, I left the room for six minutes- can someone fill me in?
Sunset: Well, so… Applejack almost died like three times, we can’t find Pinkie, Rainbow caused a fire… Also, I’m supposed to be distracting you from going into the kitchen because of reasons I can’t say.
Rarity: Okay, we wanna hear everything. Pinkie, get the capri-suns and unplug the phone. Twilight, does this end well or do we need tissues?
Twilight: Oh, it ended very well.
Pinkie Pie: Do not start without me!
Rarity: Ok, alright, let’s hear about the kiss. Was it a soft brush against your lips or was it like a, you know, “I gotta have you now” kind of thing?
Twilight: Well, at first it was really intense, you know? And then, oh God, and then we just sort of sunk into it.
Pinkie Pie: Ohh… So, okay, was she holding you? Or were her hands on your back?
Twilight: First they started out on my waist and then they slid up and then they were in my hair.
Rarity, Pinkie and Fluttershy:Ohhh
[Meanwhile]
Sunset, eating pizza in her house: And, uh, and then I kissed her.
Twilight: The Pinkie I know isn’t fit to be responsible for anyone, including and especially herself. I once saw her drink an entire jar of marinara sauce for dinner.
Twilight: Sunset, she opened up a new jar of marinara sauce and drank it like it was a thing normal people do. It was unholy.
Twilight: And then I asked her what the hell she was doing and she said, and I quote, “It’s basically a smoothie”.
Sunset: I don’t suppose there’s anyone here willing to tenderly clean, stitch and bandage my wounds while calling me an idiot in an exasperatedly fond tone of voice, is there?
