Well, I gotta do that Skyrim piece. Plus the twelve or so requests I’ve been neglecting…

Probably won’t be able to do anything until Boscov and I get back from Manehatten, though. We leave… was it Tuesday?

Sweetie will be back for Hearth’s Warming dinner, if that changes anything.

In a mare/stal-… Boy/girl marriage, the guy is the husband and the girl is the wife. What they do or how they act doesn’t matter.

A quick snapshot Bon-Bon took of me during the pageant.

Gold-colored magic opening the door through which Princess Platinum enters.

Happy Hearth’s Warming, Boscov!

Also, thanks for 600 followers!

Happy Holidays!

I invited Boscov over.

Tootsie is going to be spending it with her parents.

By the way, the play starts soon. So I’ll talk to you ponies later.

Ah. Jabs about gender roles. Very edgy and current.

Thanks. No spoken lines so I shouldn’t end up coughing up anything on stage.

I’m sad that my favorite tumblr page is closing, though.

Edit: Don’t pester her, though. If you want to say something nice, like you’ll miss her that’s cool.

I didn’t say I don’t want to marry him!

It’s just a little early, is all.

No.

Even if I wanted to, why would you ask me on a public website?

Just take care of yourself, alright? Can’t help anypony of you can’t help yourself.

No.

For the same reason I’ve never been married before.

…

Well, not the same reason. This is quite a bit different…

It’s not that I don’t trust him or anything.

…

It’s complicated, okay? I mean, I dated somepony for over a year once and we never talked about marriage.

You raise your clawed gauntlet and listen once more. The others take this as a cue to draw and ready their weapons as well.

You can hear it, louder than before. It sounds like the hum of a circuit breaker being strained, occasionally followed by a buzz, like electricity arcing. You can’t decide if it’s further ahead or behind. It seems to be coming from the other side of the wall. If the map can be trusted, that’s the curved hallway that may or may not really curve the length of the building. In retrospect, you never checked.

Just as you’re about to make a decision, you notice something. It’s getting louder, and it’s location is slowly shifting.

It’s moving.

I can understand that. He’s pretty rad.

I’m sorry that I’m dating him instead. I guess that’s not really fair to the rest of the world.

So I’m sorry world, but he is with me.