We shall see indeed, Rozu .

We will. I promise you this, Rozu . I mean, we got tickets to this Gala. So you know what? We’re welcome here. Don’t let anyone make you feel differently.

*rubs Rozu ‘s mane* Want me to make silly faces at anyone who tries to put our feels down?

Phhhbt. *makes a silly face at Spike Dragon * Haters gonna hate, bro! *looks at Moon Coral * Sheesh, the nerve of some people. *scoff* Am I right? I even live with Thorax and I still get no respeck.

Haters gonna hate, Moon Coral . Don’t hate me cause I’m beautiful, man. I’m straight, foo’.

*Hey, I know this guy. He can’t even smoosh a grape....Which baffles Screech because... How does Thorax eat grapes? Does he just...pop the grapes into his mouth like tic tacs and swallow them?*

*Mmmm yaaaaaahhh hmmmm...pretty sure Thorax inherited the Hive because Queen Chrysalis ran away like a little grasshopper*

*and grape soda! ❤️ *

*You forgot to add an adjective there, Thory. I think you mean the /destructive/ intruders*

*happened to be trotting around the corner when he saw @mlp_Onyia and @mlp_Checkmate knockin’ stuff over. Even blocking one of the passages* Hey! Hey! The heck are you two /doing/?

*squints @mlp_Onyia * Do I know you? The fact that you’re callously wrecking the place tells me I don’t know you. I don’t think I even wanna know you. Unless you like, chill. K’? You’re gonna hurt someone. (@mlp_Checkmate Ace Maverick )

Ugh. Wrestle? /No/. I’m a loafer, not a fighter. *he says to Ace Maverick . Is currently significantly distracted. Isn’t looking forward to another lecture from Pharynx *

*Eh. She had it coming*

*Feels ashamed that he didn’t even make an effort to stop it. Ace Maverick is an effective distractive conversationalist*

*They stole it? ....hmmm...I’m pretty sure y’all and Queen Chrysalis left it. Like....they didn’t attack you. You could’ve stayed and like...talked things out over soup. But nooooo. Chrysalis knows everything and totally isn’t prone to foolish pride*

*yeeeeeah. My records claimed that I was a genius musician and knew how to make floss out of spider webs. Turns out I can’t whistle a note or weave so much as a yarn. So who’s the real liars here, hon?*

*What was that? I couldn’t hear you over the sound of my Faust-awful whistling*

*Hahaha. Whatever makes you think I’m going to show up at YOUR nightclub?*

*Aww Ace Maverick , pass the tissues. I think I’m crying sarcastically*

*Green bug-obedient horse thing speaks some word truths*