Apple Bloom was in her room doing nothing in particular. Just sitting on her bed eating an apple. However, we need to have a scene with her, so a team of cameraponies and transcribers were dispatched. Knock-knock! Hey, she’s just answering!

“Hi, camerapony #3,” Applejack said, “Hi, other ponies. Whaja want now?”

“We need Apple Bloom for a scene,” camerapony #1 said.

“Why couldn’t you just call ‘er?”

“We need to transport her by golf cart to Rarity’s house.”

“Why couldn’t you just tell ‘er to go there?”

“It needs to be via golf cart.”

“Whatever. Hey, Apple Bloom!”

“What?”

“You need to go to Rarity’s for a scene!”

“Didn’t Ah just do that?”

“Ah dunno, now get down here so Ah can stop yellin’!”

Apple Bloom got down there and camerapony #1 grabbed her.

“RAPE!” Apple Bloom said.

“Relax, I’m just literally throwing you into the golf cart.”

There was a pentagon wipe to camerapony #1 driving a golf cart with Apple Bloom passenging.

“Camerapony #1’s been makin’ awkward moment glances ta me the whole way,” Apple Bloom said into camerapony #1’s camera. “Ah hope he doesn’t ask if Ah want music.”

“Music?”

“Yeah, Ah was just talkin’ about—”

“It’s a golf cart.”

“Oh. Well, that would explain the... er... Ah can’t think ah anythin’ funny.”

There was a down-pointing pentagon wipe to Apple Bloom knocking Rarity’s house’s door. It was then answered by Rarity.

“Hello, Apple Bloom.”

“Hi, Rarity.”

“Weren’t you just here three days ago?”

“Yeah, but that was ‘cause Ah needed to do a scene. Now I need ta do a scene.”

“But those are the same thing.”

“Ah know. So where’s Sweetie Belle?”

“Would you like to come in?”

“No, Ah’m fahne with doorway conversations. So where’s Sweetie Belle?”

“She’s in her room doing homework. Do you want to do a scene with me?”

“No, but if Sweetie Belle’s unavailable, Ah guess Ah’m already over here.”

“So you will do a scene with me?”

“If there aren’t any other options....”

“We can arrange something with Scootaloo,” camerapony #4 said.

“That sounds good.”

And so the fleet of three golf carts with camerapony #1 and Apple Bloom, cameraponies #3 and 4, and transcriber #1 went off to foalnap pick up Scootaloo. As they arrived, Scootaloo looked vaguely perplexed by the golf carts, almost as if fleets of golf carts weren’t common in Ponyville. Wait, they’re not. Transcriber #1 got out of hers.

“We’re giving you a scene,” transcriber #1 said.

Scootaloo swallowed a bite of doughnut she was partway through before talking. “Okay.” She got in the cart. “So where are we going?”

“I don’t know, I’ve just been following them. I’m afraid if I ask, they’ll laugh at me or something.”

“So where’re we goin’?” Apple Bloom said.

“Holy Faust!” camerapony #1 said. “I am so fucking angry at this lemon!” he said, before throwing a lemon high into the air.

“Er, that’s great, but where’re we goin’?”

“Oh. Amicable’s.”

And so the fleet drove to Amicable’s. Apple Bloom and Scootaloo arrived there without incident and walked in with breaking a total of five legs.

“Hello, welcome to Amicable’s, where samosas make the meal,” the maître d’ said. “Do you have any adults with you?”

“We got those cameraponies,” Apple Bloom said.

“Oh. Sorry, couldn’t see you ponies behind this... um... air... I’m not funny. Come on, I’ll seat you ponies.”

And so they were seated at a table, with Apple Bloom and Scootaloo next to each other. Does it matter where all the staff were? The answer is no, they’re lucky they’ve even been mentioned for so much time.

“Blah blah news stocks unrest disease,” a caption on a muted television said. As if that wasn’t unenjoyable enough, the channel was then changed to a fishing show.

“So what are you gettin’?” you could tell this was Apple Bloom from the apostrophe.

“It’s been two seconds.”

“Ah know....”

They both looked at their menus for a few minutes without anything really happening.

“Is everything good here?” said Vētris, their waitress for the afternoon, who had just appeared out of thin air that was so thin from being cut up by fans.

“Yeah.” “Yep.” “Yes.” “Uh-huh.” “AFFIRMATIVE!” “It’s good.”

“Good. Your food won’t be here shortly because you haven’t ordered any. Speaking of that, have any of you decided on anything yet?”

A couple cameraponies gave orders, but who cares. The transcribers do much harder work, they’re the ones that deserve to be mentioned more often.

“Okay, I’ll get those in for you.”

Ten seconds after Vētris left, Apple Bloom decided on her food.

“Hey, Scootaloo.”

“Yep?”

“Ah’m gonna get the Don’t Order This with garlic doughnuts.”

Scootaloo nodded and looked back to her menu.

“What’s wrong?”

“What are you talking about?”

“You seem kinda sad. You can tell me what’s wrong, raht?”

“I’ve just been a bit down lately. Not enough food and talking. Well, more not enough than usual.”

“Ah’m sorry. If you’d like—” she broke into a coughing fit.

“Are you okay?”

“That happens sometimes when Ah trah ta say a long Ah.” She drank half her water.

“Anyway, you were saying?”

“Yeah, Ah was wonderin’ if we should do things where we can take ya in more often.”

“Well, if it’d be too much on you....”

“Don’t be lahke that.”

“I just don’t want you to do anything for me just because you feel like you have to.”

“Well, ah course we hafta. Don’t be so unneedy, Scootaloo, that’s what Ah hate most about ya.”

“I’m sorry, it’s just... I don’t want to be a burden or anything.”

Apple Bloom tried to roll her eyes, but just made them shifty for a second instead. “You ain’ a burden, Scootaloo. Seriously, how am Ah supposed ta answer that without soundin’ lahke Ah’m in a bad fanfic?”

“But you are.”

“Ah know, but... look, stop trahin’ ta be all... altruistic? No... yes? You’ve never been the ‘burden’ you always think ya are.”

“It’s not really altruism, it’s just that when you see a random hitchhiker or homeless pony with a cardboard sign, you’re not exactly morally obliged to take them in, and that’s what I am. And seriously, have you even seen the word altruistic before?”

“Sorry....”

“But that’s my point is that when you walk by some homeless pony, you don’t do anything, and that’s who I am.”

“Ah understand what’s you’re sayin’, but the difference is Ah know you, so Ah do hafta do somethin’ for you.”

“Apple Bloom?” transcriber #1 said.

“Yeah?”

“I just want you to know that were out of apostrophes again.”

“Kay.” She turned back to Scootaloo.

“Just because you know me doesnt mean you have to do things for me.”

“Look, Ah know youre just trahin ta be all nahce bah denahin help or whatever, but its ahkay, we lahke havin ya.”

“Now we rn out of s,” trnscriber #1 sid.

“Outt wht?” pple Bloom sid.

“The first letter of the lphbet.”

“Ky.”

“Hey, cn we get some more s, Hs, nd postrophes over here?” trnscriber #1 sid to  rndom cmerpony.

“Ill go nd get some from the crt,” cmerpony #4 sid. During his run to the crt, Vētris cme nd took the orders of the remining ponies. It wsnt exciting. Cmerpony #4 got to the tble.

“Here,” he sid, hooving trnscriber #1  flsh drive.

“Thnks,” trnscriber #1 sid. “Quick, tink of  sexul joke for putting this fls drive in.”

Unfortuntely, e didnt come up with nyting.

“Okay, we’re good,” transcriber #1 said.

“Cool.”

There was a sound as if, say, an acorn hit the Amicable’s’ roof, but it was much louder and blunter than an acorn would be.

“What was that?” Apple Bloom said. They could hear it rolling down the roof, then a lemon fell in front of the restaurant.

“That’s... strange,” Scootaloo said.

“Apple Bloom? Scootaloo?” camerapony #3 said.

“Yeah?” they said.

“You need to have a short conversation, then we can end the chapter.”

“‘Kay...” Apple Bloom said, “Whah’s it so important that we know this?”

“I don’t know, headquarters just told me to tell you that.”

“Headquarters?”

“Yes. All the staff carry two-way radios, you know.”

“No, Ah... didn’t....”

“Maybe it was because they were afraid you would actually eat instead of talking. I don’t know. Just talk, I have a boyfriend I haven’t seen in a while.”

“You have a boyfriend?”

Camerapony #3 put her knees on the table, causing minor clanking sounds, and put her head in her hooves. “No....”

“You ‘kay there, sugarcube?” Apple Bloom said in an offputtingly good impression of Applejack.

“Why does nopony love me?” she said in a sad crying voice, but without actually crying.

“Camerapony #2 loves you....”

“Yeah, but I’m not the type to take somepony I don’t have any feelings for just because they’re all I have.”

“There’s a word for settlin’, y’know.”

“Just talk with Scootaloo.”

“I don’t have anything to talk about,” Scootaloo said.

“Neither do Ah.”

Camerapony #3 took her knees off the table and changed to looking downwards until someone asked her what was wrong.

“You ahkay, camerapony #3?”

“I’m fine. Just say something to Scootaloo. And don’t say the word something, be a little creative.”

“Hey, Scootaloo.”

“Uh-huh?”

“Ah can’t think ah anythin’ ta say to ya.”

“If you can’t think of anything, I’ll have to factor that in for the report card,” camerapony #1 said.

“‘Report card’?” Apple Bloom said.

“There’s no actual card,” camerapony #4 said, “But there is a report.”

“Ah see.”

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