What is this? No one ever asks Miss Marevelous any thing on hearts and hooves day. Well we can't have that, now can we? Spill it darling we want to hear everything, details. Who are you seeing, is it serious, did you have any plans for this evening?
Marevelous: First of all, thank you. Second, don’t call me darling, you sound like a pretentious snob. All my senses are engaged, sometimes at the same time, by Radiance.
I’d give you more details on exactly how, but Matterhorn promised to censor me. The only reason it’s not none of your business is that she’s wonderful, I’m really excited that she’s my marefriend, and you can’t have her.
Radiance: It’s true. I have free will and she has dibs. No takesy backsies either.
Marevelous: We’re that serious! We’re no takesy backies, all five senses entangled. We’ve past the point of no return.
Radiance: We’re so serious that we could be married, but aren’t because every time we try the ceremony gets ruined or we lose our paperwork in a fire.
Marevelous: We’re so serious that we can’t even stay mad at each other because when we try to be mad at each other Radiance ruins it by being super cute.
Radiance: We’re pretty much doomed by mutual affection, kiss addiction and separation anxiety.
Marevelous: It’s about as serious as a heart condition.
Marevelous: Don’t laugh, heart conditions are serious. You’re undermining the gravely austere seriousness of our relationship.
Marevelous: We could die. We’re disgustingly, death sentence, cardiac arrest, forgot to file our taxes serious.
Radiance: We’re terminal!
Marevelous: Do you see this. This is Radiance dying in a hysterical episode because we’re just that serious. Look, she’s dead.
Marevelous: Are you done?
Radiance: I don’t think we really made plans for tonight.
Marevelous: Oh. So we’re back on topic now. Yeah. With the ask event, we had to stay available to answer any late coming questions that could have come our way. We did some together things this morning, but I had to do something today and then I got back and Hum Drum was back from school, so we’ve been hanging out with the team, doing crafts and snacking mostly. This morning was nice, though.
Radiance: But much too short.
Marevelous: Yeah, but it had some nice details.
Radiance: Very true.
Marevelous: I got your hair in my mouth. It tasted minty because we’d spilled that stuff on it and didn’t stay awake to clean it up. And this is the part where we get censored over basic grooming because somewhere along the line it became somehow inappropriate to give somepony a tongue bath.
Radiance: An incomplete tonguebath, even. The state of propriety in this team when Marevelous can’t even lick an envelope in the same room as anyone else without getting in trouble.
Marevelous: The touloungeaphobia on this team is unreal. But yeah. Today’s a wash, we’ll probably have a do over later. We’ll probably pull out the hang glider, a couple dozen pretzel sticks dipped in different chocolates, maybe finish that tongue bath.
Radiance: Now that it’s an act of defiance, we must finish the tonguebath. I’m still minty. Oh. And we’re going to put together a 1000 piece puzzle.
Radiance: Mm-hmm. But you can’t use your tongue, it’ll warp the pieces. I didn’t think far enough ahead to make them immune to saliva or teeth. It was a foolish, foolish oversight.
Radiance: This is Mistress Marevelous, not keeping her tongue to herself because I am a minty, minty fool that forgot she has a hard time manipulating small objects without it.