Lyra: Well hey there, Spike!

Spike: Lyra? Uh… Is Bon-Bon here?

Lyra: Yeah, you need her?

Spike: N-no, I… Is Tootsie Flute here?

Lyra: Yes, Spike. The gang is all here. What’s up?

Spike: Um… Can you come with me? I think I need to show you something.

Lyra: You think you need to show me something?

Bon-Bon: We have, yes. We don’t talk much, though. B is one of Lyra’s friends. I think.

Bon-Bon: [Sigh] B is very strange. He does… something… When you look at him, you see a pony. It doesn’t look remarkable. Nothing about it stands out. And when you look away, you won’t remember what the pony looked like. 

Bon-Bon: I’ve tested it before. I’ve wrote down a characteristic about him, like “long mane”, then held it up next to him. And periodically it’ll make sense. But then it… won’t? I’ve even tried writing down something while looking at him, but I could never even finish a word before I disagreed with what I was writing. Same thing with his voice.

Bon-Bon: He’s very serious. Not that he looks very serious, but…

Bon-Bon: I don’t really like him. I’ve tried to talk to him, but he’s just this… intimidating… thing… I don’t think anypony should have the kind of power he has. I don’t even like him being in the house. But let’s face it, there’s nothing I could do to stop him. At least this way I can see him. Sometimes… Even if I don’t know what I’m looking at…

I’m sorry, Strawberry. I was just trying to lighten the mood. I don’t really know what to say about it anymore. Statistically speaking, with your memories being gone as long as they have, you probably won’t ever remember. Unless your memories were magically drained or locked, I don’t think there’s anything that can be done.

The only consolation, though it is a big one, is that you’re still able to form and retain new memories. When memory loss is involved, that’s a big deal.

I know it can be hard- even painful, but at this point it might be best to just… move on. Forget the past. Focus on the values you have now, the interests you have now, and the skills you have now and enjoy life like you have no past. No standard to compare to. No bar to set. You can have fun learning and growing all over again and- Who knows? You might end up being something you’re even more proud of than you ever could have been before!

I mean, that’s what I did.

Bon-Bon: Ugh! Lyra! You’d better not have gone to the human world!

Bon-Bon: Still no word on Lyra…

Bon-Bon: As unlikely as I thought it’d be, I looked anyway. Nothing.

Bon-Bon: What kind of emergency would have made her do that? And to leave without telling me? No. That can’t be it…

Bon-Bon: I’m going to look back through her blog. Maybe she mentioned something.

Bon-Bon: Okay. So, Lyra never came home yesterday. And originally I was really angry because I figured she went drinking. But I-I went to work and came home. And then I searched all over town and I can’t find her anywhere. Nopony’s seen her. If anypony knows anything, please let me know. I’m very worried.

2) Tape leg two!

[Whir-r-r-r-r] [Kaboom!]

Incidentally, I dressed up as a mummy for Nightmare Night once. So whether intended or not, there is a logical connection.

3) B: Has the existence of marijuana ever been established in this world?

Lyra: As far as I can remember the only narcotic that’s ever been confirmed by name was arid.

4) Bon-Bon: … No. Why would you have a cutie mark for candy and dream of being a model? There’s no logical progression there. Also, only one of us can sing. And it isn’t her.

5) …

Bon-Bon: Where are you going? Was that the last question?

Lyra: Oh nothing. I’ll be back later. I just gotta …go do something. 

Bon-Bon: No! You know what? Not done!

Lyra: Bon-Bon, I’m really sorry. I didn’t mean-

Bon-Bon: You see these curls? Ponies love these curls! Ponies adore these curls! Ponies will lose their train of thought and just stare at these curls!

Lyra: They’re very nice and I-

Bon-Bon: You see these baby blues? Ponies get lost in these baby blues! When I bat these eyelashes, ponies melt to the floor!

Lyra: Yes, I’ve always liked your eyes and-

Bon-Bon: You see these hips?

Lyra: Um.

Bon-Bon: Ponies love these hips! These are strong, sturdy hips! You think I got these hips from sitting on my flank all day eating candy? I don’t think so! I sway these hips from left to right and I could bust a door down! Doorbusters! That’s what they call these hips!

Lyra: I um-

Bon-Bon: You see these legs? Do they look wimpy and flabby to you? These legs come from standing all day. Running around. Bending over. Lifting, pulling- working! These are tone, shaped legs! These are the kind of legs mares wish they had!

Lyra: I-

Bon-Bon: So don’t you dare, Lyra! Don’t you dare think I’m not attractive! I am drop-dead gorgeous and don’t you forget it!

[Slam!]

Twilight: Oh! Lyra! I wasn’t expecting to see you here!

Lyra: Yeah… I just wanted to come by to thank you again for your help. You know, personally.

Twilight: I was happy to help, of course. But to be honest I’m still a little uneasy about lying. I don’t feel that was the best decision.

Lyra: Bon-Bon’s been talking for years about expanding and hiring some help, but she’d never go through with it. She always thinks she’s looking so far ahead, but really she’s just afraid of the risks. Risks I can take for her. She wants to do it, but she’d never agree to me helping her unless she thought she could pay me back.

Twilight: And you’re sure this was the only way to make that happen?

Lyra: You’ve got your elements of harmony to guide you. But growing up I had a different set of rules to go by. A little lie here can lead to a greater truth down the road.

Twilight: But this isn’t some little white lie. She’s going to eventually find out that there is no government grant. Approximately a year from now, in fact.

Lyra: Hopefully by then it won’t matter…

Twilight: According to this you work some… sixty hours a week!

Bon-Bon: No, I’m in the shop sixty hours a week. I work much more than that once I’m home. Especially during the busier half of the year.

Lyra: It’s not like you’re really working that entire time.

Bon-Bon: Oh, you mean like you’re not really working when you’re sitting in your little stall doing nothing most of the time? And for half the hours?

Lyra: I am-!

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Lyra: I don’t believe this…

Bon-Bon: Thank you so much for seeing us, your highness!

Princess Twilight Sparkle: It’s my pleasure! I’m delighted by this opportunity!

Lyra: I don’t belieeeeeeeeve this…

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?: I’m glad you could both make it. As this concerns both of you I feel it is a necessity.

Bon-Bon: Of course!

Lyra: Sure thing, Doc. Nopony else I’d rather be trapped in a room with against my will than you.

?: Thank you. Once again, I am Doctor Reification. We are here today to continue the discussion our friend Lyra and her style of alcohol consumption-

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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.

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1) Why does it go on for three minutes?

2) That’s quite the position! Congratulations, sturmtruppen!

3) …

Bon-Bon: It’s gonna be alright, Lyra.

Lyra: … [Sniff] I already miss him… I hadn’t seen him in forever and I already miss him…

[Door open]

Ribbon: Oh.

Lyra: Nice to see you too.

Ribbon: Bon-Bon isn’t here?

Lyra: Not right now.

Ribbon: Well, I’m here for Tootsie.

Lyra: I figured. She’s cleaning up some toys.

Ribbon: I see.

[Lengthy pause]

Ribbon: So… How much time have you spent with my daughter?

Lyra: Little to none.

Ribbon: … Really?

Lyra: Ask her yourself.

Ribbon: I’m… Just a little surprised, is all.

Lyra: Believe it or not, I do try to adhere to your wishes regarding Tootsie. She’s your daughter; not mine. I’m not going to disobey you just for petty revenge.

Ribbon: That’s… very admirable of you.

Lyra: I still have a sense of honor. I still try to respect the opinions of others.

Ribbon: Valuable virtues to instill in future generations… I suppose my husband was right again.

Lyra: Listen. We’ve both said some things to each other that could probably have been worded better. If you’re willing to let all of this go, so am I.

Ribbon: … I’m… sorry.

Lyra: I’m sorry too. Hug?

Ribbon: Let’s just stick to cordial conversation and go from there.

Lyra: Fair enough.

Liza: I’m ready!

Ribbon: Oh, Tootsie! It’s good to see you again. Let us be off.

Liza: Bye, Lyra!

Lyra: Have a good one, Liza!