1) Lyra: THE MORE YOU EAT, THE MORE YOU TOOT! THE MORE YOU TOOT, THE BETTER YOU FEEL! BEANS, BEANS, FOR EVERY MEAL!

Bon-Bon: I thought you didn’t like beans.

Lyra: I don’t.

2) I’m sorry to hear about what happened to your mother. Sub work itself isn’t so bad, but low pay/few hours is definitely a downer.

I wish this was the first time I’d heard this story before. Seems to happen too often. School systems seem reluctant to hire somepony who’s highly qualified because they can just hire somepony else for cheaper. And I’ve seen positions never get filled at all, and the school just take a sub for the position everyday for the entire school year. It’s criminal, or should be.

3) If I may make one point: when you bring up child pornography with me, remember who I am and where I came from. That’s not child pornography. That’s a drawing. A drawing never held somepony down and caused irreversible harm, nor was it made during such a horrid event.

But this has reminded me that I’d grown tired of that tumblr a while ago. It just wasn’t what I thought it’d be.

4) Yes! But it might be confusing. Boscov is Krastos. I just stopped calling him Boscov a while ago. Sort of grew out of it.

5) I had to look it up, but yes I’ve seen a few things about it on tumblr. However, I still don’t know anything about it. Just what some of the characters look like.

I think I first met him when he first made a tumblr. I was a little unnerved, but I gave him a chance and he turned out to be a nice bear. Until he was possessed by something wicked, that is. He was terrifying! He looked like a demon! I don’t remember how, but somepony reversed that and he went back to normal.

But I’d read what he’d say and occasionally we’d talk. I think we first formally met at a party or two. I know he helped look for Sweetie when she ran away. He slowly became a friend.

But occasionally somepony would ask him a question on tumblr about having a crush on somepony and I thought “There’s no way. Absolutely no way.” But the more I rolled it around in my head, the more it seemed to make sense. I thought about just leaving it alone, but I sat down and asked myself, “What does this really mean?”

“A bear has a crush on me. Is this a bad thing?” I had no reason to mind. He’s always been a sweetheart to me. I had went on a date with somepony else not long before hoof, but he was always really busy and it didn’t seem to be going anywhere.

“Would this work… physically?” I had to look up some stuff I never thought I’d have to look up to answer that. Measure and calculate some things that almost seem comical at this point.

“If it doesn’t work out, could we still be friends?” Admittedly he doesn’t always come off that way, but for the most part he’s more of the calm, logical-type. It’s a good possibility we’d be friends even if we couldn’t be a couple.

“Is it really worth a shot? Is there any reason why trying would be a bad idea?” I could think of only one or two, and I think I remember asking them when I first confronted him about a date. Which is what happened next- I just asked him if I was the pony he had a crush on and he said yes. Everything else just grew after that night. Slow at first, but here we are today.

It’s strange thinking about it now. I don’t know the exact date, but it’s coming on a year now since we became a couple. … So much has happened and yet I’m still left wondering where all the time has gone.

1) B: Slim, though the possibility does exist. As early as in a year or so, in fact. Somewhat recently a chief justice was married and subsequently asked why she took her husband’s last name. Her reply was very interesting, to the many present who were not aware. As a filly she was emancipated from her abusive parents and she choose to drop her last name to distance herself from them. Under current law, she had no alternative but to take her husband’s last name in order to marry. And to quote her, “Were my husband and I to have both retracted our surnames, marriage between us would have become a legal impossibility.” If you watch and listen to the video of the interview, you can easily hear somepony in the background quietly remark, “Well, that’s stupid.”

B: Every fire starts with a spark.

B: However, none of this is information Lyra doesn’t possess herself. But for her to accept this knowledge and willingly relay it to others would be accepting the possible repercussions it may one day carry. Our Lyra has never faired very well with the concept of hope. I assume I need not explain why.

2) B: Let’s see now… I believe it was: To crush your enemies, see them driven before you, and then Lyra would likely not finish the quote and offer some wholly unnecessary remark about sexism.

1) Completely benign? No cause for alarm and assurance that we’d turn back to normal by the next day? Nothing I can think of, aside from the obvious.

Yes, I’m not ashamed to say that, assuming he was willing of course, we’d do exactly what you’re thinking of. How could anypony resist seeing what it’s like to see and feel what the other side experiences? To gain that kind of insight could be a healthy boost to our relationship.

2) It’s alright, Strawberry.

Ain’t no sunshi~ne when he~’s go~ne…

1) The only time you have to use your legal name is in legal capacities. You’re free to tell any random passerby on the street that your name is whatever you want to go by.

Unless they can prove that they’re a member of the guard and are asking for your name on official business, which still falls under legal capacities.

2) Can’t go wrong joining the Illuminati. Just be careful; I’ve heard it’s like Hotel Coltifornia. You can checkout anytime you like, but you can never leave.

3) Like someone lifting you up only to slap you back down.

4) Wouldn’t matter if he did or not… Equestrian society requires that in any marriage involving a pony, both participants must take the surname of the pony. It was put into place when interspecies marriage was legalized in an effort to ensure proper Equestrian societarian integration.

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It’s… It’s fine, though. Was never all that interested in getting married anyway… I mean, it’s just a formality, right?

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His last name is Arctos.

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No, that would make me either General Skarr or Major Doctor Ghastly.

The last thing I am is the brains.

To be honest, it was from a show I really liked that didn’t last very long.

There was a bear named Boscov, and he was flippin’ awesome.

Does that mean I can call you Boscov?!

Ha ha! Awesome name!

And of course you can call me friend!