by Mare Imbrium

Even if you've been in a relationship for a long time, moving in together always comes with new challenges and adjustments. It's a time of strife and adjustment; of new boundaries and compromises.

Corollary to this, no area of any joined household has spawned more conflict throughout history than the toilet.

"Chrysalis, what in the world is that," at a loss for words, Twilight Sparkle pointed at the object of her offence with a hoof, "that thing? And why is it in the toothbrush cup!?"

"Well, I think you've just answered your own question, now haven't you?"

"Are you really trying to play that game?"

"What game?" Twilight rolled her eyes.

"The one where you feign ignorance instead of answer the damn question," she growled. Chrysalis doubled down.

"I wouldn't have to 'feign ignorance' if you didn't 'feign outrage' at my toothbrush going where toothbrushes go."

"Chrysalis."

"Yes, love?"

"That's not a toothbrush."

"Why would you say something so hurtful? What did it ever do to you?"

"Nothing! I mean, no, I, aaaagh! No. Look. Just look at it. What part of this thing says 'hello, I am a brush and I go in your mouth' to you? It doesn't even have bristles!" Indeed, it did not.

"My dentist gave this to me, you know. I asked her for a purple one because it would remind me of you, but she was out." Chrysalis grimaced at the disappointing memory, then brightened up. "So I ate her!" Then she sighed, "Such a pity, I liked that dentist, too..."

"You what? What!?" Twilight was momentarily taken aback before logic reasserted itself. "No, you don't go to the dentist! You've never gone to a dentist! You don't even have teeth! Not in the conventional sense! I should know, I wrote the only current book on changeling biology!"

"You're not being very tolerant, Twilight," Chrysalis pouted.

"It's not about tolerance! That just can't possibly work!"

"Well it works fine for me!"

"Also, it's made of metal. Sharp metal."

"Are you calling me weak!? Oh Twilight, is that how you think of me? Just a weakling charity case who you date out of pity?" Twilight's sigh was one that spoke of long torment.

"It was cutting through my magic," she deadpanned. "I levitated it. It was cutting through magic, stars alive what is that thing, you can't cut magic, I can't even-" Twilight's accelerating urgency as reality made a valiant effort at falling apart on her was interrupted by concern.

"You used magic? Shells, I hope you didn't break it! These are expensive and you can't handle them with magic!" Completely at odds with her explanation, Chrysalis lifted it with her magic to inspect it closely. Twilight sighed again.

"You bought it?"

"Duh. I'm no criminal, Sparklecheeks. You know this."

"No, I mean you said before that your dentist gave it to you."

"What's a dentist?"

"You are-" realising the situation was well on its way out of control, Twilight cut off her peevish response and breathed deep to calm down.

"No I'm not. I'm a changeling queen. Do you need another 'anatomy lesson' to clarify things, little miss author?" Twilight never finished her breathing exercise, as she began coughing. Chrysalis managed to hold her serious face for only a second longer before breaking down in laughter.

"Grrr, Chryssy! You are impossible!"

"And you're too easy, love. Anyway, it's about time for bed, move aside I need to brush my teeth."

"But! Oh, I give up. I'll just observe what's going on for my- OH CELESTIA'S BEARD, WHAT ARE YOU DOING, MAKE IT STOOOOP!"

Shortly after, the royal suite had a second powder room added for Chrysalis's exclusive use.