Sixth Smile | [Action]

[brokethefourthwall]

[It's been about a week since Applejack has gone home, and Pinkie Pie has finally decided to show her face again. She's looking a bit different than she normally does, however. Her iconic cotton candy mane has fallen limp, lifeless, swaying hopelessly in the breeze as she shuffles aimlessly around the village.

She can't begin to process the idea that her friends aren't coming back. They didn't find a way home. Someone sent them away from her. And worse, if they do find a way back, they won't even remember being here in the first place. The surprise parties, the adventures, none of it mattered because no one who leaves will ever even know it happened. If that's true, then what's the point of doing anything at all?

She sighs to herself, staring down at her hooves.]

(Responses will be coming from nomorepoof.)

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[fleurdesel]

...Pinkie Dear?

[Adele's never seen the little Pony so despondent. Not even in the middle of a bloody hell of a battle, she'd always been bright and bubbly. She was almost tempted to ask if Pinkie was ill, but it seemed less like an illness and more like...depression? Uncertain she makes her way over and kneels down, reaching out to rest a hand against her shoulder.]

Whatever is the matter?

[nomorepoof]

[She pauses and turns towards Adele. She sighs quietly to herself. Her drooping mane, coupled with the woman's height advantage leaves the pony's face almost entirely obscured. She sniffles.]

It feels like my heart was sent back to Ponyville with my friends.

[fleurdesel]

Oh Petite.

[She smooths her fingers through Pinky's mane, troubled by how very lifeless it is. She's never seen her like this before.]

They are home now, yes? And they will be well there.

[nomorepoof]

But... I was having so much fun with them here. They won't even remember any of our adventures...

[fleurdesel]

But there are more adventures to be had at home, aren't there?

[She combs back Pinkie's mane so she can look her in the eye.]

And those of us yet here are more than willing to have fun with you any time, dear.

[nomorepoof]

[She sniffles, holding back a tear.]

But... if you end up getting sent home, you won't remember me either. I've... I've never had to lose a friend before, and I can't do anything about it!

[fleurdesel]

Pinkie I...

[No. This wasn't something she could ever tell the little pony, and certainly not right now. Not like this.]

...I think. We should go to my home and bake something while we talk, yes? Something like this needs pastry. If I am sent home I would like for someone to know this very special recipe, and you are the only one I can trust with it.

THIS IS A SMILE

[nomorepoof]

R-really? [A tiny smile forms on her face.] Only... me?

o-o oh kay.

[fleurdesel]

Really Pinkie. It's something my father used to make for me whenever I felt poorly. Or to apologize to my mother. It's very dear to me and I know you will do it justice.

[nomorepoof]

Then... it must be really special if it came from your family.

[She rests her head against Adele's leg. It feels good to have some support.]

[fleurdesel]

It is. There are few things that could ever make my mother smile, and this tart? Is one of them.

[She rests her hand against Pinkie's cheek, giving her a gentle rub.]

Would you like to learn how to make it? I found a fresh batch of apples.

[brokethefourthwall]

[She closes her eyes, rubbing her cheek into her dear friend's palm.]

That sounds... really nice.

[fleurdesel]

I'll heat up some of Helios' cider for us while we're baking. Or perhaps some cocoa?

[She ruffles her fingers through that lifeless mane, hoping to bring some of the endearing poof back.]

And we can talk.

[brokethefourthwall]

[Her mane stays limp, but a small smile has curled onto her lips.]

Whatever you're comfiest with, Dellie.

[fleurdesel]

Cocoa, I think. With marshmallows. It's your favorite and I think it's a good day for it.

[She stands and gives her mane one last fluff before motioning for the pony to follow her.]

[brokethefourthwall]

I do love how toasty-warm you feel when you drink it...

[She follows behind, moving a bit more slowly than she normally does, but she does her best to keep pace.]

[fleurdesel]

The fact that it's chocolate doesn't hurt either.

[Down the shoveled path and to the front door, which she holds open for Pinkie.]

I'll start up the fire, we can have cocoa and sit there while we wait for it to bake.