“Okay, so let me get this straight,” Lyra said. “Macaroni and cheese is a stupid simpleton dish for fillies...”

“Correct,” Octavia said.

“...But Fettuccine Alfredo is all fancy pasta dish like.”

“Correct.”

“What the hell?”

“Well, they’re completely different.”

“They are not.”

“Yes, they are.”

“Name some ajor difference between them.”

“*major”

“Well, for one... er... you never see alfredo in macaroni and cheese. And butter.”

“So if, strictly hypothetically here, I made macaroni and cheese with alfredo and butter, it would be okay.”

“Well....”

“Would it be okay with your fastidious tastes?”

“Of course it would... what’s the difference, right?”

“Exactly! I’m glad you understand where I’m coming from.”

“You’re going to make some and force me to eat it, aren’t you?”

“Yep.”

“Hey, Lyra?” camerapony #2 said as everyone waited for the pasta to cook.

“Yes?”

“Can I call over Applejack? She needs a scene.”

“Call whoever you want, I don’t mind.”

“It’s my house,” Octavia said, “Shouldn’t I decide?”

“No,” camerapony #2 said. And so he called Sweet Apple Acres. “Hello, is this Applejack?”

“Eenope.”

“Get Applejack.”

“It’s for you, AJ.”

Applejack got up from lunching to answer the phone.

“Hello?”

“Hey, Applejack, you gotta come over here!”

“Whah?”

“Um, I mean, this is camerapony #2. You are required by your contract to come to Octavia’s house.”

“Fahne....”

“Sorry, Ah gotta go, it’s the fuckin’ contract....”

“Aww. Well, bye,” Big Mac, Apple Bloom, and Granny Smith said in creepy unison.

Time happened. Pasta finished. Applejack arrived.

“I’llgetit,” Octavia said. She got it. “Hello, Applejack.”

“Hi, Octavia. So what’m Ah here for?”

Octavia made a short sigh. “To watch me eat macaroni and cheese. Lyra’s making me do it.”

“Really? Ah thought this was gonna be borin’, but that’s totally worth comin’ over here for.”

Lyra, Applejack, multiple cameraponies, and a transcriber were standing around the table, waiting for Octavia, sitting, to take her first bite. Octavia nervously looked at a couple of the cameraponies.

“I’m going to put this up on YouTube then complain when it gets taken down for being copyrighted,” camerapony #2 said.

Octavia picked up the fork (made in Forks, the most precipitatious town in Equestria), speared a macaroni, steadily brought it up her to her mouth, and took the bite. She chewed and swallowed the macaroni successfully. The crowd laughed then cheered, both wildly.

“Holy Faust, that was disgusting,” Octavia said. “Do I have to eat the entire plate?”

There were three macaronis left on the for-restaurant-bread-sized plate Lyra had provided.

“Yes, Octavia,” Lyra said. “The entire plate.”

“We’re breaking up after this....”

“Come on.”

“Seriously, though, I expect you to get a job sometime soon. I’m not going to pay for both of us any longer.”

“We can have this discussion later, now finish the plate.”

“I’ll try....”

There was a pentagon wipe to Octavia swallowing the last macaroni. The audience applauded.

“Holy Faust...” Octavia said.

“You did it!” someone else said.

“Thank you....”

“There’s enough macaroni for, I think, two ponies in here,” Lyra said. “I have no idea why I made that much. Wait, no, it was because I would’ve felt silly cooking four macaroni pieces. That was it. So anypony want some?”

“Ah got lunch at home,” Applejack said.

“Cameraponies? Transcribers?”

All the cameraponies and transcribers shook their heads.

“Then what am I going to do with all this extra macaroni and cheese?” Lyra said. She looked back at Octavia and smirked evilly. Octavia responded by fainting.

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