[Oh dear, and even though under normal circumstances Applejack would remember him, this sure isn't normal for either of them, is it? Then again judging the sudden look on her face and her giving you a bit more space, she recognizes Edgar alright. At least as one of those evil fakes running around now.]
Ah, yes! Thank you! Terribly sorry about that... I'll just be on my way then...
[Oh dear, it looks like Applejack is just shy of being scared out of her wits.]
[Rarity's been moping around all week. As if being called a fake wasn't bad enough, now her friends have started to forget her entirely. But a dolled up Applejack is something she definitely can't ignore.]
Oh, I'm terribly sorry miss. I just wasn't fully paying attention at all. Why don't I make it up to you with a pastry? Just stop by the bakery sometime and ask for Applejack, and I promise you a treat you won't soon forget.
Well, if you say so dear, but do feel free to stop by sometime if you would like a pastry.
And technically I'm a pony, but yes, I do work there. They were nice enough to hire me considering how most of the town treats me like some kind of canine.
[Heinz hadn't been going to work for the first part of the month... or at least, hadn't been going to work voluntarily. Every few days, his droned self would show up, chattering blandly without a hint of his Germanesque accent... then he'd go away again for a while.
But it's the real Doofenshmirtz in attendance today, seeming... reasonably happy to be back to work. Preparing cookies was a welcome distraction from the past. And from something that he was sure he was forgetting....
He lifts his head when he hears the door open and hears familiar hoofprints on the bakery tiles.]
Eh? Applejack?
[And then he gets a good look at her.] ...Applejack?!
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Well, talking ponies. That's a new o- oh wait, no it isn't. Edgar remembers now, he's met a talking pony before, in Mayfield.
... in fact, wasn't it this one? It's hard to tell.]
... no worries...
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Ah, yes! Thank you! Terribly sorry about that... I'll just be on my way then...
[Oh dear, it looks like Applejack is just shy of being scared out of her wits.]
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...Applejack? Is that you under there?
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Yes? I'm afraid you have me at a disadvantage. You seem to know me, but I don't recognize you. Have we met?
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Ah... only once, in passing, I think. In Ponyville, perhaps?
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[It seems that aside from talking rabbits, Mayfield also has talking horses.]
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[She hesitates a little when she hears the horse's offer.]
A horse works at the bakery?
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And technically I'm a pony, but yes, I do work there. They were nice enough to hire me considering how most of the town treats me like some kind of canine.
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But it's the real Doofenshmirtz in attendance today, seeming... reasonably happy to be back to work. Preparing cookies was a welcome distraction from the past. And from something that he was sure he was forgetting....
He lifts his head when he hears the door open and hears familiar hoofprints on the bakery tiles.]
Eh? Applejack?
[And then he gets a good look at her.] ...Applejack?!
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Morning, Heinz dear. Nice to see you in your right mind this morning. How are things today? I hope everything has been going better lately.
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[He leans in closer, to get a better look.] You... seem different today, Applejack.
Is it the mane? I think it is the mane.
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[She didn't look THAT boyish did she? But Ako isn't too surprised at a talking fancy dressed pony.]
It's all right, and it's miss not sir.
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