Friendship is Cakes!!, Wednesday, period 3
Pinkie Pie was dressed as cupid this week. Well. At least it made sense from a color-scheme point of view. Though probably everyone could have done without the pony in diapers.
And how the hell was she holding that bow? Even pony archers didn't hold their bows in their hooves!
None of this made sense.
Derek was trying to make sure the bow wasn't pointed at anyone--mostly him--in case the lack of hands didn't stop her. "This weekend is Valentine's Day."
"Which is a really silly name for Hearts and Hooves Day," Pinkie said. She fired a heart-shaped arrow at the ceiling. It stuck with a little *sprooooinnnnng* and she giggled delightedly. "It's that time of year when everypony finds a very special somepony to spend some sweet pony time with!" She blinked at the class, smile froze for a second. "Or I guess humans. Whatever."
Yes, humans. Like everyone else on the island, Pinkie. Mostly. Human shaped.
"If you haven't figured out a gift, a cake should do the trick," Derek added, stepping to the side as that arrow came back down with cartoonish logic to hit just where he had been standing. "Tell them you made it yourself."
"Homemade presents are the best!" Pinkie raved. "Like this one!" She pulled out a precariously tiered, festive cake with lit sparklers across the top. "Now if only I had a very special somepony to give it to. . . ."
Don't worry, Derek. Very special someponies could be totally platonic. No need to fear that side-eye from the pony.
Derek sighed like the deeply put upon grump that he was, but reached over to pat her on the head.
And how the hell was she holding that bow? Even pony archers didn't hold their bows in their hooves!
None of this made sense.
Derek was trying to make sure the bow wasn't pointed at anyone--mostly him--in case the lack of hands didn't stop her. "This weekend is Valentine's Day."
"Which is a really silly name for Hearts and Hooves Day," Pinkie said. She fired a heart-shaped arrow at the ceiling. It stuck with a little *sprooooinnnnng* and she giggled delightedly. "It's that time of year when everypony finds a very special somepony to spend some sweet pony time with!" She blinked at the class, smile froze for a second. "Or I guess humans. Whatever."
Yes, humans. Like everyone else on the island, Pinkie. Mostly. Human shaped.
"If you haven't figured out a gift, a cake should do the trick," Derek added, stepping to the side as that arrow came back down with cartoonish logic to hit just where he had been standing. "Tell them you made it yourself."
"Homemade presents are the best!" Pinkie raved. "Like this one!" She pulled out a precariously tiered, festive cake with lit sparklers across the top. "Now if only I had a very special somepony to give it to. . . ."
Don't worry, Derek. Very special someponies could be totally platonic. No need to fear that side-eye from the pony.
Derek sighed like the deeply put upon grump that he was, but reached over to pat her on the head.