“When did they say they would get here?” Scootaloo said to Apple Bloom, which was only going to make Apple Bloom’s leadership complex worse.

“They should be ‘ere any minute now,” Apple Bloom said.

Applejack went outside the house and met the CMC and Twilight.

“Hi, Applejack,” Scootaloo said.

“Hi, AJ,” Apple Bloom said.

“Hi. Ah expected to see you ponies here, but Twahlaht?”

“I’m refereeing,” Twilight said. “So Apple Bloom?”

“Yeah?”

“When’s the other game?”

“The one at Dahmond’s is tomorrow at hah noon.”

Applejack went off to do some apple-bucking.

“Ah was gonna talk ta Scootaloo,” Apple Bloom said, “But Scootaloo an’ Sweetie Belle are already talkin’! Are they talkin’ about me? Ah bet they are.”

“They’re not talking about you, Apple Bloom,” Twilight said despite having no idea whether they were.

“Ah bet they are.”

“You know what? I’ll ask them.”

Twilight walked the three metres over to Sweetie Belle and Scootaloo. They stopped talking and looked at her.

“What are you talking about?” Twilight said.

“Why would you need to know that?” Scootaloo said, partly because it was a legitimate question, partly because Twilight could be part of a conspiracy working against her, and partly because we have a contractual obligation to give her lines.

“Apple Bloom thinks you’re talking about her.”

“We are.”

Twilight walked the three metres back to Apple Bloom. “Scootaloo said they’re talking about you.”

“See? Ah told ya.”

“You should go over there.”

“Ah will.”

And so Apple Bloom went over there.

“Hi, Apple Bloom,” Scootaloo said.

“Whah are you talkin’ about me?”

“We were insulting you behind your back.”

“Whah would you do that ta me?”

“You do the same thing.”

“Ah don’t make fun ah mahself.”

“You know what I mean, Apple Bloom. We all complain about each other.”

“Ah know....”

“Ahem,” Diamond Tiara said. The CMC all turned to her.

“Hi,” they said in highlarious unison.

“Do you have the hoofball?” Diamond said.

Scootaloo grabbed a hoofball from behind Sweetie Belle’s ear.

“Good,” Diamond said. “Where are the goals?”

“There,” Apple Bloom pointed to a bush, “An’ there,” she pointed to another bush, “An’ there,” she pointed to another bush.

“What?” Scootaloo said.

“Oh. Yeah, jus’ there an’ there.”

Hoofball ensued. The Cutie Mark Crusaders were noticeably happy ponies at their 2–1 win against the Cocleares Argentorum, very talkative and energetic and positive and stuff.

“It’s not over yet,” Diamond Tiara said. “You’re still going to lose.”

“You’re just sayin’ that ta make us feel all inconfident.”

“You’ll see,” Diamond failed at being dramatic. “Now, if you don’t mind, we have to leave.”

“Ah do mahnd. There’s somethin’ Ah’ve been meanin’ ta ask Silver Spoon.”

“What could you possibly have to ask her?” Diamond Tiara was apparently amazed at the concept of her best friend having any personality.

“Come over here, Silver Spoon,” Apple Bloom said.

Silver Spoon looked at Diamond Tiara.

“We’re leaving,” Diamond said. She and Twist started to walk away. Silver Spoon took a look back at the CMC, waved to them, and followed Diamond.

“Can Ah explain the point ah what just happened so the LCDs can understand the next plot point?” Apple Bloom said.

“No,” Scootaloo said.

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