A good Friday evening is where all of the work is done for the day, leaving only relaxation. No homework, no essays, no lab reports, no field trips, no school. All of it done and under the rug for two days and one evening. In Team PART(ie)'s case, with all of their academics fulfilled they are taking the relaxation to heart.

Trixie is playing on her phone from the comfort of her bed, which is stacked on top of Rarity's bed using books and stabilized two-by-fours and rope. Rarity is sitting on the floor, painting her nails purple and using an old newspaper to keep the carpet safe. Lastly, Applejack sits at the team table, drinking coffee and reading. All that peace and quiet comes to an unfortunate end when Pinkie Pie kicks open the door, leaving a door knob indent in the wall.

“Mail time!” hollers Pinkie Pie, dragging a sack of mail and a pair of bundles.

Once in the room she slams the door shut, throws the sack in front of her and awkwardly clutches the remaining mail in between her fingers to keep track of who gets what. The first -and largest- of the stack has Rarity stamped all over it. It is a bundle of personal letters stores in fancy envelops and coupon packs. Pinkie Pie calls Rarity and she gladly takes the bundle, sets the coupons next to her and uses a letter opener to retrieve her letters. After that, Pinkie Pie gives Applejack a little stack of envelopes held together by rubber bands. With her hands free, save for one thin pink envelop, she calls to Trixie and tosses her the sack of mail. The load knocks Trixie back, but she thankfully does not fall off, and while their celebrity is recuperating Pinkie Pie looks at her mail.

“And one for me,” says Pinkie Pie.

No one seems to care, and while the others open their mail in a decent fashion she shreds the envelop and nearly rips the paper from how fast she unfolds it. With the glorious parchment and its delicate ink now being blessed with lamp light, Pinkie Pie's zip through it with the gayest of smiles.

Dear Pinkamena,

The family hopes that thou art doing well.

Love,

Mom and Dad

Pinkie Pie folds the paper down, still smiling. “Well, that's not disappointing at all. Maybe Chatbook has something.”

Pinkie Pie pulls out her phone and goes to her Chatbook app, which she would have had to retype her login information if she did not have her phone save all that information. As soon as she is logged in a 'Welcome Back!' banner pops up on the screen with confetti and text appearing.

“Hello, Pinkie Pie, you have been off of Chatbook for 85 days. Would you like to view your notifications?”

Pinkie Pie hits the 'Yes' option and sees six hundred and eighty seven game invites, three thousand likes, sixty lol's, forty lfmao's, ten birthday notifications, and one poke. Said poke is from Applejack and much to her disappointing Trixie has turned down her friend request.

“Hey, Trixie, why did you turn down my friend request?” asks Pinkie Pie.

“We live in the same room,” says Trixie. “Besides, you never answered Trixie about why you sent the invite in the first place.”

“Well, I was going to answer if you would have given a chance.”

Trixie rolls her eyes and lays on her side to sort her fan mail. During this, Applejack claims the team desk and immediately begins writing response letters while Rarity uses a file folder to organize her abundance of coupons. Next to her, the more personal mail is being stored in a shoe box.

Pinkie Pie smiles at her team, but that is only a coat of paint to hide the rot underneath. She is glad that her disobedient team is getting all the love, but having something more than a crumb of familial acknowledgment will be nice. Maybe a loaf of bread like what Applejack got.

Pinkie Pie's gloom and thoughts of bread mail is interrupted by a nagging curiosity when she hears Team FORT's door slam shut, and she peeks through the peephole to see their sister team dressed casual, with Dash wearing a snow hat for some reason. They are making their way down the hallway and talking about shopping, and where there is shopping there is money, where there is money there is debt, and where there is debt there is seventy five cents.

“Crap!” blurts Pinkie Pie. She slides next to Applejack and turns her by her shoulders so they are locking eyes. “Jack-Attack, can I borrow seventy five cents?”

Applejack pulls out a coin purse with an apple stitched on it and gives Pinkie Pie the three quarters she wants. “Sure, but what'cha need seventy five cents for?”

Pinkie Pie stuffs the change in her skirt pocket. “Oh, you know, just one of those things. Don't you worry, though, I'll pay you back.”

And then she runs out into the hallway before Applejack or anyone can say anything, and she sees Team FORT making their way to the elevator, but while Dash and Twilight talk casually, Octavia remains quiet as does Flash. Team FORT does stop when Pinkie Pie calls Flash, and when she calls him again all four turn and she skids to a stop in front of him. She finds herself barely an arms length away from him and he meets her massive grin with confusion.

“Hey, Pinkie,” says Flash, his hand barely up for a wave. “What's up?”

Pinkie Pie digs into her skirt pocket and produces the seventy five cents.

“I got you money!” she says proudly.

“Gee, thanks. That only took a few weeks,” says Flash.

Pinkie Pie puts the coins in his hands and curls his fingers over them, smiling and patting his hand.

“What can I say? I'm a girl of my word,” says Pinkie Pie.

Silence comes between the group, but a particularly hostile gaze from Twilight feels like a smoldering iron to Pinkie Pie's brain, so she backs up and clears her throat.

“So, what are you guys up to?” asks Pinkie Pie, placing her hands behind her back and rocking innocently back and forth on her heels.

“We're heading into town to do team bonding stuff. Lots. And lots. Of team bonding. Stuff,” says Flash, his shoulders sagging and his face falling into chalk colored dread with each passing word.

“We're going to go shopping for books,” says Twilight, sympathetically patting Flash on the shoulder with a thankfully softer expression. “Martini finally came out with another Game of Woes book after twenty years and I'm so excited! I can't wait to read it!”

“And I have to get more clothes,” says Octavia. “Flash has said that I was scary, so I am going to remedy that. With clothes.”

“Oh, I love clothes! Maybe I can give you some pointers,” says Pinkie Pie.

“No.”

Pinkie Pie stares at Octavia. Octavia stares back.

Pinkie Pie continues staring at Octavia. Octavia continues staring back.

Pinkie Pie clicks her tongue. “Okay.”

“Look, before we do all of the boring books and clothes shopping, I got to get me some more hair dye,” says Rainbow Dash. “I'm about dry and my hair is way more important than you guys' books and clothes.”

Pinkie Pie stares at Rainbow Dash with puckered lips and scrunched brows, and now that she is looking at her, she sees strands of her colorful hair poking out, but they are faded with a brunette under-layer.

“What? You didn't think my hair was a rainbow naturally, did you?” says Rainbow Dash wit a raised brow.

“I actually did,” says Pinkie Pie.

Rainbow Dash snorts a laugh and Pinkie Pie looks down, blushing shamefully.

“Wow. You're an idiot,” says Rainbow Dash.

“Be nice, Dash,” chides Flash.

Rainbow Dash holds up her hand. “Sure. My bad.”

Pinkie Pie scratches the back of her head and looks at Flash, smiling sheepishly as she flicks hair off of her fingers. “So, what about you? What are you going to be doing?”

“Me?” Flash straightens himself out and puts on a pair of sunglasses with a heavy sigh. “I'm going to ensure their safety and productivity at the expense of my fun.”

“Oh, can I come? I'll make sure that you'll get some fun.”

Flash seethes quietly. “Sorry, Pinkie, but this is a FORT exclusive. We got to do some bonding stuff so we can operate better as a team and all that jazz. You understand, right?”

Pinkie Pie nods. “Oh, yeah, I completely understand. I understand completely enough for completion.”

The elevator dings and slides open, and his teammates file inside with Twilight holding the door open and Dash calling him.

“Right,” says Flash. “Why don't you spend some time with your team?”

“My team doesn't listen to me,” says Pinkie Pie. “They tag along for classes and then do whatever the heck they want to do after.”

“Well...” Flash looks over his shoulder at his impatient girls, and then back at Pinkie Pie. “Why don't you try bonding with them? Put all those leader notes to use. I'm sure it will work out in the end.”

“I guess I can put my notes to use...”

Flash nods and backs up into the elevator, and he places his hand on the door when Twilight releases it.

“I'm pretty sure it'll work out,” says Flash. He releases the door and offers a two fingered wave and a small smile. “Enjoy your night.”

Pinkie Pie lifts her hand. “You-”

The elevator door slams shut and Pinkie Pie remains still with her hand up.

“Too...” She sighs, claps her hands together and rolls on her heels until her back is to the elevator, and then she starts walking slowly back to her dorm. “Okay, you can do this. You are Pinkamena Diane Pie. You are the master of making people happy. You bring sunshine and happiness wherever you go and everybody likes you. Everybody likes you a lot. And your team will like you more than anybody else because your the team morale leader and leader leader. Happiness is your turf and you love spreading your turf!”

Pinkie Pie walks into her dorm grinning and waving.

“Hello, Team PART(ie)!” says Pinkie Pie.

And absolutely no one greets her back.

Pinkie Pie's smile and posture deflates and she shuffles into her room, passing Rarity and Applejack. The former is leaning on the desk, next to the latter, who is trying to hide her letter using her arm and keeping her head close. As for Trixie? She is still reading her fan mail from the comfort of her bed.

“But I still owe you a dinner,” says Rarity.

“No you don't owe me a dinner. Besides, I honestly forgot about it and you should, too,” says Applejack. “Can you please give me some space?”

Rarity backs away and Pinkie Pie, flops on her bed, grabs her notebook and flips it open to an area marked as BONDING. The header is complete with hearts, stickers and glitter glue, and below is a list of effective team bonding activities with descriptions next to them. The list includes frequent meetings, frequent exercises, study sessions, game nights, movie nights, recreational activities, and eating together.

“But we have yet to celebrate our victory in the woods against that Spriggan swarm, too. A dinner would be perfect to celebrate and to thank you for your help,” says Rarity.

“That field trip sucked,” says Trixie without looking up from her mail. “Besides, Trixie doesn't feel like going out. Can't we order pizza and watch a movie instead?”

“You know, that trip probably would have gone better for you if you didn't drink two quarts of tree sap,” says Applejack, flashing a wolfish grin in Trixie's direction.

Trixie jerks up right, guffawing and slapping her knee as she shakes her head, and then she takes a deep breath and glares at Applejack. “You're not funny.”

Applejack and Rarity grimace, and Pinkie Pie strokes her chin, humming and looking out the window at the beautiful campus lawn below. She sees Sonata trying to play patty-cake with Aria while Vinyl Scratch listens to music and Adagio sits on the concrete table, scribbling in a notebook. At another part she sees Lucky poking Noteworthy repeatedly on the head while Burnt Oak and Octavius play cards. Then there is Thorn sitting by a tree making bracelets out of grass and flowers, Drake doing one armed push ups in front of Fluttershy, and Astro tweaking his gear. Lastly she sees Flash and his team boarding a bus with a flashy advertisement for a Klumsy K's on the side, and that sight finally flicks on the light in her brain, and with a happy gasp she snaps her fingers.

“Girls, I got it!” says Pinkie Pie. She leaps up and hugs Applejack and Rarity around their shoulders, bringing them in for an uncomfortable hug. “Dress nice, 'cause we're going to dinner. Operation: Team Bonding is in effect!”