1) B: I believe the whole point of Lyra leaving somepony else in charge of her blog was to allow her and the bear to have some time together. Wouldn’t make a whole lot of sense if he was the one answering for her, now would it?

B: You may refer to me as B. Or Bee of you feel like unnecessarily spelling something out for no reason.

2) B: Oh, that was a special occasion. We met in a dimly-lit, classy little alleyway where I dragged her, at the time, skinny little [omitted] out of an open window and arrested her for breaking-and-entering and attempted theft. She didn’t put up much of a struggle; I think I may have hurt her pride a little more than her tailbone from that landing. Oh, and imagine my surprise when I discovered she was a repeat offender.

Lyra Edit: I still remember your sweet, sweet eyes that evening. I wanted to tear them out of your skull.