We’ll try a bit.
*She takes a slice and takes a bite out of it.*
Hmm… this ‘pizza’ is fairly good. It could do without whatever that stuff is on top of it, though. The fruit bits.
We’ll try a bit.
*She takes a slice and takes a bite out of it.*
Hmm… this ‘pizza’ is fairly good. It could do without whatever that stuff is on top of it, though. The fruit bits.
Well, in general, We tend to prefer foods that are bitter or salty, as opposed to those that are sweet. While We love bittersweet chocolate, We can’t stand milk chocolate (and find white chocolate positively nauseating). That’s also, perhaps, why We enjoy pinkie velvet cupcakes. The cake is significantly less sweet than other cakes, and unlike other Sugarcube Corner confections isn’t piled high with sickeningly sweet buttercream.
No, you didn’t.
We’re really sorry he couldn’t be persuaded to join Us. We think he’d do well in Our service.
In any event, We’ve called off the price on his head. For now, at least.
-Walks over sloppily eating pizza-
Mm, hey. How’s it hanging?
We’re doing well, We suppose.
What’s that you’re eating?
Well, if anything had happened at that party (We’re not saying anything did, mind you), you should know that none of those mares could hold a candle to you, hypothetically speaking of course.
We’re surprised more ponies don’t know about them. ‘Nightmare Night’ seems to have survived virtually untouched, and that was a night designed to incorporate a lot of those myths in order to mock Us.
Yes.
What about it?
yana-pony submitted:
The Master’s pegasus companion continues to study Nightmare Moon for a moment. There’s something strange about her. An ordinary pony might not notice anything unusual, but to Nightmare Moon’s senses it is evident that there is, somehow, more to this being than others, that her true form doesn’t quite “fit” in three-dimensional space. She speaks.
“I am fascinated, Eternal One, by your realm, and I hope my companion continues to prove himself useful so that I can see more of it.”
*Nightmare Moon looks at her curiously. Her horn glows, subtly, as she alters local space-time a little, curious to see if the mare notices. To somepony with the proper senses, it would look like somepony painted a VERY lewd image all over the wall behind NMM (invisible to an ordinary pony).*
Do you enjoy Our little City?