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Bon-Bon: Welcome home, Lyra. Enjoy your shift?

Lyra: Ugh… Don’t you have work in the morning?

Bon-Bon: I’ll manage. I hope you didn’t think this was over.

Lyra: Look, Bon-Bon, I’m sorry. And I’m sorry Tootsie saw that.

Bon-Bon: Oh, I already know you’re sorry. But sorry isn’t enough this time. You showed something to Tootsie that she isn’t going to just forget. Something a little filly shouldn’t have to see at her age. And over what? A tragic past? Horrifying atrocities? No. An ex. An ex, Lyra.

Lyra: I know…

Bon-Bon: You have a problem.

Lyra: What? Bon-Bon, I- Before last night I hadn’t drank anything since-

Bon-Bon: Since the last time you got drunk. You get upset or stressed out and you get drunk. It’s a coping mechanism to you.

Lyra: Bon-Bon, I am not-

Bon-Bon: You’re an alcoholic. You’ve been an alcoholic. You’ve been an alcoholic since before you moved to Ponyville. And maybe that was fine before. Maybe it never harmed anypony but yourself. Maybe it did but you never stopped to think about it. Or didn’t care. Either way, you know it’s hurt somepony now. And it needs to stop.

Lyra: I… Bon-Bon…

Bon-Bon: Go to bed. Somepony is coming over for you to talk to tomorrow.

Lyra: Bon-Bon-

Bon-Bon: If you turn them away, then you can find somewhere else to live.