theblackstrawberry asked: Trixie... I woke up and I didn't see her...
Sounds like it’s all okay now, though.
Anonymous asked: Got any gag gifts this year?
A pair of human khaki pants.
I put ‘em on and strutted.
Anonymous asked: You're hungry? I'm guessing Boscov didn't make a feast like he said he would.
No no; he did. He also made a huge breakfast so I couldn’t eat but so much for dinner.
There’s lots of leftovers.
Anonymous asked: You're my Daddy. And Boscov is my Mommy.
I don’t think that
Anonymous asked: Were you sure to eat enough that you feel as though you won't want to eat for another five days?
Actually, I’m hungry again.
Excuse me for a bit.
Anonymous asked: But why are you leaving me alone while you and Mommy go to Manehatten?
Did you just call me a dude?
theblackstrawberry asked: *walks up to you crying* My mom is missing... where is my mom? can you find my mom? *sits on the ground and curls up into the fetal position* my mom is gone...
Wait, what?
Who’s missing?
Anonymous asked: Daddy, why do you and Mommy have to leave?
We left you because we want you to succeed on your own.
We believe in you!
Anonymous asked: I wish you and Boscov a safe trip to Manehatten, and I also wish you both have a wonderful experience, and I hope you both enjoy the excellent hotel rooms in Manehatten. *wink* *wink*
Thanks.
And, uh… Yeah. Heh heh…
Anonymous asked: I, the Butt Doctor, have decided to give out free medical examinations of butts as part of the holiday spirit. Is anyone at your household in need of a butt examination?
Once I finish shoving this soda can up yours, you’ll need one.
krastosthegluemaker-blog asked: Lyra... Thank you. That piece was marvelous, and one of the greatest gifts I've ever received. Just... What I got for you is insignificant when compared to your music. I love you.
I don’t know. A whole, new, friggin’ computer is pretty [omitted] beastly.
I love you too, Boscov.
And thanks again! This thing is awesome!
Anonymous asked: Got any good presents yet?
Heh heh… Yeah. Sort of.
Anonymous asked: If Krastos is Boscov, does that make you Hector Con Carne?
No, that would make me either General Skarr or Major Doctor Ghastly.
The last thing I am is the brains.
Forgot to censor, Lyra! Got to remember that!
You ponies are so nice to remind me if I mess up! Thank you!
Great job!I hope your cloak wasn’t itchy, it looks heavy like wool and tied with rope.
That might have been all it was, if this was a regular play. But this was a Canterlot production and everypony was wearing high-quality costumes. That cloak had a silk interlining; was very comfortable.