Author's Notes:

Next chapter ahoy!

And you thought I'd make you all lose the game before hand, huh? Well you're right! I did!

Skipping the exposition I hope you all enjoy this chapter and have you hearts ready for the next one, coming soon! A big thanks to all my dedicated readers and commentators!

Early in the morning Trixie stirred in bed from an intense light shining on her face. She groaned shielding herself from the light with her arm. Slowly she opened her eyes to see it the sun rising from the window. She slowly regained her mobility and the world became more clear to her. Colors seemed more vibrant and she felt better then she had in a long time.

Stretching she got out of bed, her fever now gone, and her throat was restored. She went to the dresser and rummaged through and got herself a candle and a parchment and quickly began to write a letter. Once she finished she read it over twice making sure it was how she wanted. After considerable thought she lit the candle and sealed the now readied scroll with wax and a multi-star seal and sent it through the flame. The scroll turned to a wisp and flew out the window off into the distance.

She returned everything to where she procured them and made her way to the door to find it slightly ajar. She opened it slowly to see Mary and Maud sleeping. Maud was in her sleeping bag on the floor while Mary took the couch neither moved as she crept past them. They looked so peaceful but exhausted. Heavy bags were under their eyes and it looked like they didn't sleep at all.

Trixie hoped that a nice hearty breakfast would do the trick for them. She lit her horn to create a muffle spell on her hooves so she didn't awaken them as she snuck to the kitchen to make breakfast. After she arrived at her destination, she donned an apron and began to look through the cabinets to see what she had.

"Hmm. What to make?" She wondered to herself.

After searching the kitchen for am minute she decided on blueberry pancakes and a hay bacon with applesauce hash browns. With that in mind she began to make breakfast by chopping potatoes singing to herself as she went on. Her horn lit up and a small beat started playing as she sung evolving into a full orchestral piece as she sang her song with a voice echo spell to imitate a group choir.

Allons enfants de la Patrie, Arise, Le jour de gloire est arrivé.

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Mary shifted on the couch at the sound of hooves clopping on wood. Her nose was sore for some reason. She rubbed the ridge of her nose when she realized she forgot to take off her glasses before sleeping. She silently berated herself for this and slowly tried to fin her footing as she leaned to the side of the couch.

She'd completely forgotten she had slept on the couch and fell off landing on something soft. The soft thing shifted a bit as a muffled voice called out to her.

"Can you please remove your rear from my face?" It asked calmly.

The earth pony craned her neck to see what was beneath her. Her eyes shot open when she realized Maud's face was inches from her rear. Blushing she scrambled off the grey mare and covered herself, trying to keep hold of her dignity.

"Sorry."

"It's fine. It's not like you have anything I haven't seen before." Maud replied with a slight blush of her own.

Her ear twitched at the sound of a familiar voice singing to itself as the smell of cooked food made made its way to her nose. "Sounds like, little moon is up." she said.

Mary sighed shaking her head at the grey mare. Why do I always attract weirdo ponies? She asked herself.

After a moment the voice broke into a full song and Trixie's voice turned into several as music began to play along with her singing.

She glanced over to the kitchen to see Trixie skipping from one side to the other with an apron on singing to herself a song that didn't seem fitting for the morning. Trixie skipped to the stove shaking a pan with pancakes on it. She then flung them into the air to flip them landing perfectly back on the pan.

Both Mary and Maud had never seen her like this before it was, different. They approached the kitchen making sure not to disturber the unicorn while she worked. She didn't seem to notice the two entered the walkway to the kitchen as she worked making a most wonderful breakfast. Mary Was astounded to see the mare skipping along like she was center of the world. Maud herself thought it was cute.

"Amour sacré de la patrie, Conduis, soutiens nos bras vengeurs. Liberté, Liberté cherie, Combats avec tes efenseurs.
Sous nos drapeaux, que la victoire Accoure à tes males accents." Trixie sang with her mini choir voices.

Maud stood in the doorway, Mary at her side leaning on the frame, watching in amusement as the blue unicorn went about completely unaware she was being watched. She went on for bout a minute setting up the table for three and the food itself smelled great. Mary was sure it was going to be the best meal she'd ever had thus far, well second to Trixie in her mind. Maud was having similar thoughts.

Trixie started to march like a solider twirling the plates and silverware like a flag bearer would and placed them perfectly in a triangle setting. The napkins flew up folding themselves into small pyramid shapes and landed fluidly on the center of each plate as a set of silverware landed in order on each side. "Vont enfin recevoir leurs prix ! Tout est soldat pour vous combattre."

She then spun in place as the food flew around her like a hurricane and blasted away from her. Mary did a double take thinking it was going to hit her, Maud didn't so much as flinch. "S'ils tombent, nos jeunes héros, La terre en produit de nouveaux, Contre vous tout prêts à se battre."

Mary looked on in awe at the sigh of Trixie and the table. She'd never seen her perform like this. This was completely unlike her, flashy like it was, but something seemed off. Maud smiled.

"It's good to see you in high spirits, little moon." The grey mare said.

Trixie stopped dead in her tracks like she was caught red handed. She sheepishly smiled and walked over hugging both mares. "Good morning you two! Trixie hopes you're hungry! She made breakfast!"

Eagerly she scooted both of them to the table sitting them down and brought the last of the food over. After the last touches were made she sat beside them, her eyes darting back and forth as she gestured for them to start. But Maud raised her hoof.

"Now, little moon, you know we pray first. It's proper." She said in her monotone voice.

Mary wasn't religious. In fact she never prayed once in her entire life. She didn't like having to be part of it either but she respected Maud's beliefs and allowed it and even partook. After the short prayer they dug in. Maud chewed her food thoughtfully as Trixie nearly inhaled her portion. Mary tenderly ate like a proper lady would. Her movements were dainty compared to Trixie's terrible eating habits.

She looked over to Maud who was eating slowly at a steady pace. It was nice to have a mare in the house who knew how to not eat like a savage animal. If there was once thing about Trixie she didn't like, it was how the mare ate. Yet she found it mildly amusing to see her eat like a savage squirrel. Every so often Trixie would rise from her food and her cheeks would be puffed from being too stuffed with food giving her a squirrel like appearance.

Once breakfast was done the three ponies cleaned up dividing the work. Trixie cleared the table, Maud cleaned, and Mary put everything away. Like a well oiled machine they went about cleaning the dishes and finished in under two minutes. Mary kept n eye on Maud the whole time drying a plate.

She was still convinced that she was going to try and steal Trixie's heart so she had to remain vigilant. Then a thought occurred to her. Trixie had to work on the farm and there was nothing she could do to keep Maud from going with her without seeming resentful. Maybe Applejack would keep them apart while they worked.

No, what am I thinking?! I can't do that to Trixie! She berated herself.

She dispelled the thought from her mind as she put the last plate away. Trixie had disappeared into the room to get ready. Coming out with her, tool belt, the mare walked over to Mary and nuzzled her affectionately. "See you after I finish on the farm!" She then went to Maud and did the same. "Be good Maud. Trixie will stop by Sugarcube Corner later."

She then turned to leave. She pulled on the handle to the door causing it to fall. She side stepped and with a big smile, she waved to them and walked out not missing a beat leaving two stunned mares in the room. Mary was in shock by Trixie's odd behavior, and though Maud didn't look it she too was rattled by the display.

The grey mare leaned over to Mary whispering in her ear, "Has she been like this long?"

"No, this is completely new to me."

"Hmm." Maud rubbed her chin thoughtfully. "Maybe we should follow her and keep an eye on her."

Mary was inclined to agree with her; however, she had to get to the office. So she had no choice to leave it up to Maud. She didn't trust her despite the fact they both agreed to let Trixie be the one to choose who she'd be with in the end. Maud seemed to sense this.

"I promise not to influence little, moons decisions." She promised.

Mary scoffed. "How do I know that you'll keep your word?"

"Do you think my father is a liar?" she asked calmly.

That really struck Mary hard. She would never question her old friends motives, he was as honest as they came. She had to admit, he'd never let his daughters be anything less then good honest mares. It bugged her greatly that she found it hard to trust his daughter. Jealousy made it hard for her to keep a level head. in the need she saw little choice but to accept Maud's help.

"Very well. I trust your father, so I'll trust you too." She lied.

"Thank you. I promise to keep my end of the deal." The grey mare said, leaving the house to follow Trixie. She stopped at the doorway and looked back to Mary. "Have a good day."

"You too." And don't let the door hit you ass on the way out. She thought.

After 'closing' the door they two went their separate ways. Mary headed off to town hall and Maud made her way to Sweet Apple Acres. I hope Mary is being honest with me. Father always spoke so highly of her. Yet she seems nothing like he said she'd be. She thought worried. Her face never betraying the hurt feelings she held from the other mares spite.