“Alright, you two.” Rainbow Dash tried to march along the line like a drill instructor, but that didn’t work too well when the line consisted of two people. She kept up the glare, though. Those were clearly the properly cowed expressions, not the faces of two people struggling not to laugh at her. “I know everyone else couldn’t make it, but I have been looking forward to this movie for months, almost as much as Daring Do and the Artifacts of Altoriosa, and I don’t want you two ruining it. I’m going to be sitting next to you, so try not to spend the whole time sucking face.”

Sunset rolled her eyes. Respectfully. “We’ll try to contain ourselves.”

Twilight flushed. “We’re not that bad, are we?”

“I don’t think we are.”

Dash gave Sunset a flat look and pointed at the back of her own neck. “I can feel the air currents when you open up your little makeout time bubbles, you know.”

That broke Sunset’s smug demeanor nicely. “Who told—“ She cut herself off with a grimace. “Well, I did now.”

“And Scootaloo can feel it when you dilute time.”

“Dilate,” Twilight said automatically.

“Whatever,” said Dash. “All I ask is that you two keep it in your pants while we’re in the theater.”

Twilight frowned. “No offense, Rainbow, but we’re going to see Alien Angels vs. Space Pirates 3, not Citizen Cane.”

“Yeah, and this is the one where we changed the world midway through filming. They didn’t reshoot anything. I wanna see how they pulled it off, and I don’t want to have to tune out you two while I do it.”

“Fine,” huffed Sunset, hand on her hips. “You want to sit between us like a proper chaperone?”

Dash nodded. “That’s actually a good idea.”

“I was kidding.”

“Too bad.” Dash turned towards the theater. “Come on, let’s go get some decent seats.”

Pinkie bobbed from side to side to a tune only she could hear, still in her waitress uniform. Dash actually wasn’t sure if she was still on shift or not, and couldn’t bring herself to care. After a sip on her milkshake, Pinkie said, “So, how was the movie?”

Dash sighed. “Sunset and Twilight wouldn’t stop laughing the whole time.”

“Ooh, sounds like my kind of movie,” Pinkie said with a slightly wider grin.

“It’s not a comedy. It’s supposed to be this epic action blockbuster, but those two kept poking fun at everything it was getting wrong about science and magic and…” Dash groaned and brought her face against the table. “They got egghead all over the movie. And they just kept building off of each other.”

After a few moments—an eerie amount of silence from Pinkie Pie—she said, “So they egged each other on?”

“Not helping, Pinkie.”