Hello!
Not exactly morning anymore. Sorry, I got to this late!
Octavia is leagues beyond me, I could never rival her. I only wish I could one day be as talented as her! At the same time… I’m… well, pathetic compared to her. I’m embarrassed to even speak to her… I’d really like to be friends! I just… can’t talk to her…
How do you casually talk to somepony so completely amazing?
Were you alright after that?
No, I obviously died.
It’s not real. Derpy’s a nice pony and I love her to death, but I wouldn’t trust her with sharp objects near my head. Poor depth perception.
Well, it’s nice to meet you as well!
Do you live here in Ponyville?
Oh… Uh… I don’t…
I mean… I’m not really comfortable with the idea. Especially in my current financial situation.
Even if I did raise a foal, I think I’d rather adopt. I can’t stand the thought of somepony else going through what I went through just because I wanted the foal I raise to share my DNA.
Well, I’m not one to tell somepony to be themselves. But copying Gilda in every way is just as likely to get on Gilda’s nerves as it is to please her.
You have to be a little bit different. Gilda and I are friends, and we’re pretty different breeds of pony, both figuratively and literally.
You’re welcome, though!
Well that makes me feel better too!
Uh, what do you have in mind? Personally, I’m feeling a little spiritual right now.

I… I don’t even know anymore…
They all keep saying it, in such a “matter of fact” attitude. I need to get out for a bit. I think I’ll go play with Scoo-…
…
If you want, you can come over and play City of Ponies with me.
Well, you know how much of my business I consider that to be.
I can see you aren’t exactly over her romantically, either.
Not at all.
You said both were positive. I said they needed to be balanced.
If Gilda trusts you I’m sure you’re doing your best, in a romantic relationship or not.
See, this is why I said it’s none of my business.
No.
If the whole operation is making too much money and you’re together, why does whoever get more money? Why does whoever get any of the money, in fact.
You’re together, what difference does it make, right? You can just share it. Until you go to the store and spend too much or open up your wallet and a moth flies out.
Alternately, you bend to Gilda’s every whim and what kind of a man are you? Have you no backbone? No passion?
Judging by your response, you’d end up alone and broke. Not that any of that would be Gilda’s fault, mind you. I’d do the same thing if you let me walk all over you.