Short for relationshipping, or the act of putting two ponies in a romantic relationship through the ‘art’ of literature.

Unless you worry about the decline of the written word, no.

Have you met that little metal orb that keeps talking about space? I keep hearing about it here and there.

Asterisks don’t equal actions, but I’ll take your word for it.

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It’s not any of your business…

I’m never one hundred percent on anything. But I can be fairly certain.

I wouldn’t know, to be honest.

Okay, in that case you spelled merely and merriment wrong. The merriment thing I’d chalk up to just common error, but a lot of ponies misspell merely like that. Just in case you were curious…

Your majesty…

Only in your depraved little fanfiction.

Which brings me to a greater point, why are you ponies writing stories about us and drawing us?

No, you asked me if I wanted to hang out and get some food.

Anons have poor social recognition skills. It’s why they’re anons.

Nothing fancy, a good wheat burger with cheese.

I like cheese. Makes everything taste better.

Going out with him… or her… lets go with it.

Going out with it would be about the same as going on a blind date. Sorry, not for me.

If only things worked out like that while I was growing up.

When I get back, I need to remember to draw a picture of me performing a facehoof.

Are you kidding? Cheerilee doesn’t hold anything back after the bell rings! She’s hilarious! Hasn’t been on tumblr in a while, though.

Oh… kay… I always refer to your daughters as ‘your highness.’ Guess that would make you 'your majesty.’

What can I do for you, your majesty?