Knock, Derpy, letter.

“Well, cra...” Lyra said. “...Crafting Table. Programme Productions. Octavia!”

Octavia came walking into the room. “Italicised punctuation?”

Lyra hooved her the letter.

“Oh,” Octavia said. “I’m sorry I ever doubted you.”

“I still love you. You know, I’m supposed to be the one who begs to you, but you never take advantage of that.”

“Because I want us to have equal roles in the relationship.”

“Fine. Be boring like that.”

“I’m being realistic by doing that. Most relationships are equal.”

“And realism is more important than fun?”

“Yes. And sometimes realism is fun.”

“Well, I know, but not always. It mostly depends on the genre.”

“I’m going to open this envelope.”

“Okay.”

Octavia opened the envelope and found a letter inside. “Dear Lyra... it’s for you.”

The letter was transferred.

“Dear Lyra, Zecora violated her contract, and we’ve picked you to replace her. With love even though you’re obviously a second choice, ctkd.”

Lyra thought carefully and made the decision to kiss Octavia in a fit of passion and excitement.

“Well, that’s much better than I imagined it,” Octavia said after however long the kiss was.

“This makes me think about Pinkie Pie, though. She still doesn’t have a love interest.”

“So? A pony can do fine without a love interest.”

“Name one.”

“I was fine for the time you weren’t a mane character.”

“I guess you’re right.” Lyra seemed to get sadder when she said this, as if saying it had made her realise some horrible truth about herself, which it did.

“What’s wrong? You look sad all of a sudden. And you’re not like me where you look sad by default.”

“It’s just that I’ve always needed somepony to not starve. First it was Bon Bon, and now it’s you. I guess I could always go back to Bon Bon if I needed to, like I’m kind of doing now since you told me to get a job. Actually, if you want to be technical, first it was my parents, but that’s okay since I was young....”

“So? Is that a problem? It’s not like you’re mooching off anypony, except when I told you to get a job which you already mentioned, but I don’t think you’re mooching off me. By the way, is there another word for mooch?”

“Leech? That might be pushing it, but I can’t sponge with anything else.”

“I meant something that sounds more formal.”

“Then no. You’ll have to live with the repetition of mooch. Anyway, the point is that I don’t have any feeling of independence.”

“Do you want something like that?”

“I don’t know. I just don’t like to think I’m weak or something. I guess I don’t really want to live alone, though, I like being with you. I’d rather have that than not.”

“Well, I’m glad to hear you enjoy the company of your girlfriend.”

“I do!” Lyra made another kiss ensue. “I don’t know what I’d do without you. Well, I do, I’d live with Bon Bon, but I’m so glad I met you.”

“Can I go back to what I was doing?”

“We do musical times enough, we should snog.”

“That’s not what I was doing, and nymphomaniac.”

“:(”

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