Sugarcube Corner was humming when Twilight approached the door, but the moment she entered everything was silent except for the light beat of her hooves on the floor. She stopped, and after a pause the crowd resumed its chatter, louder than before, and Twilight pretended not to hear her name in that chorus as she pulled her wings against her sides. They’d get used to it, she thought. She’d get used to it.
The bakery was full, and Twilight could feel the tips of her feathers brushing against other ponies as she walked to the counter. The rhythm of her hooves on the floor was uneven, still unaccustomed to the extra weight on her sides. But she didn’t need to think about her wings, or the other ponies in the bakery, or anything but the pink pony smiling behind the counter, rushing out the latest batch of tarts for her numerous customers. Just seeing Pinkie was enough to lift her chin and soothe her nerves, and she already knew braving the crowd to come see her was worth it. She could hear Pinkie humming a little tune, and Twilight almost started doing the same without even trying.
When Pinkie noticed Twilight, she turned and smiled even wider, and she wiggled from head to tail as though her whole body joined in on that smile.
"Hey, Twilight!" Pinkie said. "What can I get you?"
"Actually, I just came to see you," Twilight said. She glanced to her sides at the crowded bakery and blushed, wondering how she never questioned the idea of trying to relax with Pinkie on a Sunday morning until then. "But… I guess you’re probably pretty busy."
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