"Pinkie." I said, trying to get her attention. Unfortunately, she is either ignoring me or not listening to me.

"Pinkie." I try again, hoping to get her to look away from the mailbox she's starring at. Unfortunately, I'm having no such luck.

"Pinkie, this is ridiculous. You've been waiting for the readers to send in questions for months! If they aren't coming in, then we'll simply skip doing a Q&A." I tell her, only to find myself thrown back on my rear and having Pinkie materialize in my face.

"Skip doing a Q&A? How can you even suggest that Diane?" She shout in my face. Uncovering my ears, - Not that covering them helped any. - I reply.

"Because it's kind of holding the main story back? The author wanted a Q&A to do something else for a bit to get his writer's block out of the way. Although, we only got one question. So, he's decided we're simply doing a whole chapter revolving around that one question." I explain to her.

"But it's only one question. How does he expect to work with just one question and still make a whole chapter with more than two thousand words?" She ask, apparently not believing my words.

"Well, for one. He simply decided to begin that chapter here, so our dialogue is only taking up some of the quota." I explain, looking past the material and straight at the human teenager writing fanfic while lying in his bed. The young man simply shakes his head and lets the focus return to the not really canon plot.

"Oh, I guess that is one way to work around the issue. So... We're just going to answer one question then?" Pinkie asks me.

"Yupp. I got the envelope right here." I tell her as I take out the first and only question we got from the depths of my mane.

"We really should explain how our hammerspace works some time." I point out as we begin our walk towards Sugar Cube Corner, or at least the non-canon version of it.

"Why?" Pinkie asks in return.

"Because I know the readers are just as eager as I once was to find out how you work Pinkie. Sure, Twilight couldn't figure it out and just had give up and accept it. We humans though? We're too stubborn. And now that I know and understand it all myself, I could probably explain it to those unfortunate enough not to find themselves in my position." I explain my reasoning as we walk into Sugar Cube Corner.

"I don't think that's actually possible. I mean, the author himself doesn't know how it works, and he can't write anything about it, even if the two of us know." Pinkie points out, making me roll my eyes.

"Well, he can always just make something up. The readers will believe almost anything since they have no way of confirming it themselves and are just eager to find out how it works."I say, knowing that I would if I was still sitting behind my old laptop. Wonder what happened to it. I think to myself.

"I'm not comfortable lying to them though. I mean, it's as simple as
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"... That was censored, wasn't it?" She asks me, to which I just nod.

"So we really can't explain it. That's no fun." She says, moping a little.

"I agree. Hey author, you made Pinkie sad. At the very least make it possible for people to have a very slim chance to read what she just said. Like use a code or something. Thanks." I say as I notice the censored part change. Sad Pinkie blackmail always works. Well, maybe not always. Sad Fluttershy blackmail is probably worth more to be honest, you don't want to have an angry bear after you.

"Should we maybe get on with answering the question now?" Pinkie asks. "I mean, we're already here." She points out as she sits down at one of the tables. I nod as I join her and put the small envelope on the table.

"Right, you wanna do the honors sis?" I ask, getting an enthusiastic nod from Pinkie as she takes the envelope from me and opens it. Clearing her throat, she begins reading the short letter.

Question by Bronyparasite: How odd it is to go to the bathroom?

"Well, I don't think it's that odd to go to the bathroom. I mean, I usually trot into the bathroom and do whatever I came there for. Unless I really have to go. Then I get there as fast as I can." Pinkie says and I can't help but chuckle at her (most likely delibeately) misunderstanding the question.

"Pinkie. I think the question was meant for me and asking how odd it is for me to use the bathroom now that I'm a pony instead of human." I explain.

"Oh. But why didn't they say so?" She asks.

"Well, I think I was the only one meant to answer questions at first. But it doesn't matter Pinkie. The important part is that everyone and everypony understands. Which we do. So to answer the question: It was a little bit odd using the bathroom at first, seeing as my entire anatomy is different now. However, the bathroom itself is fairly close to what I'm used to, and now that I've gotten a hang of my body, it's much like a human bathroom. Of course, that wasn't the case at first and..." My cheeks sprout a little blush. "I had to ask Pinkie for the few first times." I explain embarrassed. Can't believe I'm actually telling all of these readers.

Pinkie simply giggles. "Aww, come on. There's nothing to be embarrassed about. You just needed a little help with brushing your teeth. Your hoof control is much better now." She says, grinning at me.

"Yeah, yeah. Doesn't make it less embarrassing." I tell her.

"Well, that's it for this Q&A. I hope you people enjoyed and have a good day," I begin, only to be interrupted by Pinkie.

"Wait, we're already done?" She asks, a bit distressed.

"Yeah, pretty much." I confirm.

"But what about the word count? We have to have at least two thousand words per chapter." She quickly points out.

Thinking about it, I come up with a solution. "Actually, this is an omake chapter. We don't actually have to do anything here since it won't affect the main storyline. So we don't have to follow silly rules like that." I tell her.

"Oh. I guess you have a point. Until next time, and please, be a little nosy then and send us more questions for me and Diane to answer then. We're looking forward to it." Pinkie says as the chapter is about to end.

"Hopefully we'll get something to do next time." I whisper to myself as it ends.

Author's Notes:

So... Can Pinkie and Diane have some more questions, please? I've only had this one to work with...

Also, I'm too lazy for proof-reading this chapter. Feel free to shout at me for that, but the cost is a question for the next Q&A.