Hmm… I’ll agree.

Hmm… I’ll agree.

Sure! Because that sounds like a sensible thing to do!
While I’m at it, why not shove a letter opener in my eye?
Incidentally, around the time Sweetie Belle and I became close.
Not that moving in with Bon-Bon wasn’t great too, but there were more financial woes back then.
Okay, that sounds neat.
Here I go!
Yeah, I kinda was.
I’m sure Monday morning will remind me not to do that again anytime soon.
She was a lot more intimidating the second time around.
And, I mean, did you see her entrance? Astride bat-winged pegesi? That was straight out of a monster movie!
Oh come on! K and D aren’t even remotely close to one another! How the hay did you slur idea into Ikea?!
You do whatever you can get away with for as long as you can get away with it. Not like I can stop you anyway. As long as it isn’t my fur.
Hm…
Maybe there was such an event. It’s pretty traumatizing to almost kill somepony that you love.
Mustache.
No, I don’t know mustache magic. I don’t deal in parlor tricks. The magic I have is either for work or to defend myself.
No pony has master magic. Magic is a force without absolutes. There is no hard limit.
I actually had a conversation with Bon-Bon recently about this. Here’s a link.
It’s not that I like being around a bunch of ponies and being really loud, I just draw my energy from interactions with others. I can’t be alone for too long.
I do wind up spending a lot of my time alone, though. And I don’t hang out in large groups as much as I used to. That’s mostly due to hefty costs and family/friends.