“Another cookie miss Smartypants?” Twilight asked me with a smile.

I nodded back before answering. “Yes, please.”

She rummaged around for a few moments before giving me an apologetic look. “Sorry, I’ll be right back.” After which she got up and cantered out the door.

I sighed; Twilight couldn’t seem to get enough of pretend tea-parties. While I on the other hoof had reached my limit nearly an hour ago.

When Twilight came back she thankfully didn’t have any cookies with her. “Mom said I couldn’t have any more cookies,” she admitted sheepishly, “she didn’t want me to stuff myself.”