“—wish you two the best of luck. I know we got off on the wrong hoof before, and I wanted to apologize. If we had just gone and seen Madame Soufflé, we could have avoided this whole embarrassing situation.”

“It wasn’t all your fault,” Spike said. “I overreacted when I found out there were other announcers here. I’m sorry I called you an impostor.”

“And I’m sorry I called you a McRuderson,” Pinkie said as she rolled over.

Regal nodded. “Apologizes accepted. Now, I really must be going. I have a number of sporting events lined up for me in the coming days. That is unless you two snuck your way into them...?”

Spike laughed. “No. I think we’ll be sticking to Ponyville for now. Don’t want to overexpose ourselves.”

“Will we ever see you again?” Pinkie asked.

“I’m sure you haven’t seen the last of me. Maybe next time we meet, we’ll all be working together. Good day, you two. You’re doing a wonderful job. Oh, and Pinkie. Thank you for that splendid party. It really gave me time to think things through.”

Regal waved and then left the announcing booth. Spike and Pinkie waved back. Pinkie hopped into her chair and resumed her spinning.

“What a nice guy,” Spike said to Pinkie.

“You said it. I’m glad he liked my party. I was a little worried how it would turn out when I found out the punch had evaporated.”

“Although... I can’t help but feel our encounter with Regal was missing something. It felt... short and unsatisfying.”

“That’s what happens when you choose the goody-goody paths. Personally, I would have chosen option two!”

“What?”

“Oh! Look!” Pinkie said as she leaned from the booth again. “The band has baton twirlers!”

Spike shook his head at Pinkie and went back to watching the halftime show.

Author's Notes:

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