The week of the Harvest Feast was usually a wash at Canterlot High, especially when Pinkie Pie seemed determined to produce enough hand turkeys and construction paper buckled hats for the whole school.

As the rest of their friends watched Pinkie’s antics, Sunset said, “Hey, Twilight, what are your Harvest Feast plans this year?”

Twilight shrugged. “Same as usual, aside from inviting you. Why?”

“Well, last year, the girls found out that I’d been spending my Harvest Feats alone. Like Yuletide, and… well pretty much every holiday, because, you know, extradimensional refugee. So Applejack and Pinkie arranged a…” Sunset trailed off. “What did she call it?”

“A Sunset’s-Not-Evil-So-Let’s-All-Eat-Turkey-and/or-Turkey-Substitutes Friendtacular!” Pinkie said when next she zipped by.

“It definitely says something that I’m not surprised by any of that,” said Twilight.

Sunset chuckled. “Yeah. So basically our whole group went to the Apples’ farm. They’re planning on doing it again this year. Interes—“

“Yes.” Twilight lunged across the table and grabbed Sunset’s jacket by the friendship cones. “Please.”

“Whoa. Okay.” Sunset gently worked Twilight’s hands loose. ”Didn’t think you were that desperate to keep your girlfriend and your parents from having a meal together.”

“It’s not that. When I said ‘same as usual,’ I meant it. Dad’s going to arrange the same menu as always, Mom’s going to try something crazy, and based on the last thirteen Harvest Feasts, there’s a roughly sixty percent chance we’ll need to call the fire department.”

“Deep-fried turkey?”

Twilight rolled her eyes. “Please, that was five years ago. She decided to drop it in without defrosting it just to see how big the blast radius would be.”

“Sometimes I forget that your mad science is genetic.”

“That’s only a hypothesis.” After a moment, Twilight added, “Even if Grandma Twinkle claims she recreated Power Coil’s death ray.”