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Quickfic (2/2)
05/13/11(Fri)03:32 No.25887698>>25887372
Pinkie Pie insisted on staying to play with the lint ball for another minute, so Twilight Sparkle trotted over to the music store alone. After introducing herself to the Pies, she asked about their heritage.
"We're Ponysylvania Dutch on my side," said Mr. Pie, "And Finnish on hers."
"I'm a Morton by birth," said Mrs. Pie, "My sire was a salt farmer. He comes from Hippocampus stock, and they work the seas."
"Fascinating," said Twilight Sparkle. "So how did you get the name Pie?"
Mr. Pie, a brown pony with grey sideburns, turned to his wife. "I don't rightly know. Do you, my dear?"
"I'd suspect your family name was Becker before you came over," said Mrs. Pie, and turned to Twilight. "Pony names aren't an exact science, you know."
Twilight knew exactly the opposite, but she also knew it wasn't polite to contradict someone to their face. "Thank you for your time, Mr. and Mrs. Pie," she said, and turned around.
WHAM!
The door closed again, and Pinkie said, "Hi Mom, hi Dad. I was going to tell Twilight I had an ear-flop/eye-flutter/knee-twitch combo, but I guess she'll figure that out when she wakes up." |
