“Ow! Stupid little…!” Eris cursed, shaking her lion paw as she began to chase Angela around the cottage.

“Eris! Angela!” Butterscotch called from another room. “Stop horsing around in the living room!”

“We’re not horses though!” Eris replied, diving beneath the couch and magically stretching her arms to reach inside for the rabbit. Angela, however, thought quickly and ran right through Eris’s swooping motion of her arms, and leapt up to the draconequus’s face.

Eris swore she saw a smirk as Angela jumped.

“Aieee!” Eris screamed as the rabbit latched herself onto her face, not letting go as the draconequus tried to shake her off. Unfortunately, Eris stood on the ground instead of hovering in the air, and tripped over a section of badly placed carpet, tipping and knocking over a pot on a nearby shelf. It fell down and shattered with a blood-freezing CRASH. Eris and Angela completely stopped in their tracks and stayed still as statues while Butterscotch walked in to find what had shattered this time.

“Maybe if we don’t move, he won’t be able to see us,” Eris mumbled to the bunny on her head.

Butterscotch looked back at the two trying their best to imitate statues they’ve seen before, in the middle of the whole cottage. He raised an eyebrow, not entirely amused by what was happening. “Eris, I don’t have colored statues of a draconequus and a rabbit in the middle of my living room.”

“Well, now you do!” a familiar voice to his right squeed. “It’s my, uh, gift to you. A statue of me and your favorite little devil I MEAN um rabbit pet thing.”

Butterscotch avoided the voice to his right. He saw Eris’ lips move anyway, and he knew she could magically throw her voice, as she had tried to on him before to get out of trouble.

She never succeeded on him.

“Eris, stop throwing your voice and clean up this mess. I’ve got supper ready, and I’m really hungry from all that running in the Everfree today.”

“Oh, admit it, you had fun visiting the old castle with me. But why do I have to clean up everything? This little rascal caused it all anyway!” Eris broke both the voice projection and the statue plan, picking up Angela by her neck and glaring at the white bunny, with the bunny glaring back.

Again, Butterscotch raised an eyebrow. “You have magic, you can easily fix the pot.”

“Oh. Right…” Eris muttered, realizing she had forgotten her magic at the moment. She snapped her eagle talons and the living room quickly returned back to the way it was, even fixing the pot and setting it back to the shelf, as if it was never broken.

With the room fully clean, and the annoying rabbit now in her magic, Eris turned with a smile back to Butterscotch. “So, what’s for dinner tonight, Scotch?” she asked as she entered the kitchen. “And please don’t tell me it’s…”

“…Broth. Eris, I told you, I don’t have a lot of bits at the moment. The bank ponies said–”

“Ugh, bank ponies. You know, I told Solaris that a centralized currency was just going to be a nightmare to control. I mean, I invented the idea of money accidentally, because I thought those yaks needed to crush something other than my favorite trees and hills in Yakyakistan, but of course he says it was ‘for the good of all ponies to control the economy’ and ‘it will help good ponies reach success better and give back more to their communities’ and ‘get out of my dreams and get back in your stony prison!’”

Butterscotch, sitting down with his bowl of broth barely touched, only stared at Eris with a non-descriptive expression.

“And besides, Scotchy, my offer is still up. I have plenty of bits, you just have to ask me~”

“Eris…” Butterscotch again tried to reprimand the draconequus. “I told you already, the bank ponies will fix my account problems once they figure out what caused it to freeze. In the meantime, please don’t complain about the broth… you said you liked it before, didn’t you?”

Eris took a spoonful and dipped it into her bowl of broth, making the spoon turn into the broth while it held the metal of the spoon in its cup. With a long and slightly rude and loud noise, she slurped the broth-spoon’s end until all that remained was the metal of the original spoon, which shaped back into its intended utensil with another snap of her talons. “I mean, yeah, your cooking is awesome for somepony that lives out in the boonies like Ponyville (“Hey!”) but it’s the repetition that’s getting to me. You know I hate things that repeat themselves. Circle of life, circle of water, circle of supply and demand, it’s all just circles that never go anywhere fun. Like you.”

“Like me?” Butterscotch asked with a sad frown.

“Well yeah. You’re no fun. I always ask to help, you turn it down, it eventually fixes itself, then there’s another problem. C’mon, what do the bank ponies have that I don’t?”

“A job?”

Eris raised up a talon to refute the yellow pegasus’s words, but then put it back down after thinking it out. “Wow, Butterscotch. I never knew you could be such a savage.”

“I’m a savage? I’d rather think I’m meek,” Butterscotch replied, oblivious to what Eris meant. Again, the draconequus raised up a talon before lowering it, thinking she didn’t want to say what she really meant by ‘savage’ and have to explain the joke.

Explaining jokes are the number one killers of jokes. Next to horrible timing.

“Speaking of jobs, I’ve been thinking maybe I should get one,” Eris said. “I mean, I like the whole animal house and shelter thing, but like I said, seeing it again and again, ugh.”

“What’s wrong with my animals?” Butterscotch asked, feeling a little offended that his livelihood was somewhat insulted.

“Scotch, they’re cute, but they smell,” Eris answered with an unamused tone, pulling Angela to her talons and slightly tickling her, before sniffing the air around the bunny and tossed her out of the room, where Angela stood back up and walked around in a dazed fashion. “Also, being cooped up in the cottage while I’m waiting for the renovators at my house to fix up the walls? Not my idea of fun.”

“Oh. Hmm…” Butterscotch raised up a hoof to his chin in thought, “Well, I mean, sure, you can get a job, if you want. There’s probably tons of odd tasks ponies need doing that can be done quickly with your chaos magic. And considering it’s your house that needs fixing… it’ll probably take a while. But, if you’re worried about not having fun then… Why not you and I do something right now? Within reason, of course, nothing like what we did this afternoon. We have a couple more hours of daylight, and I’m mostly done with all my chores for the animals anyway…”

“Psh,” Eris scoffed. “All the things I like are either illegal, immoral, or fattening.”

Buttescotch gulped in terror.

“But~… I want something different to eat than just this broth, no offense. How about I cook this time, or you help me cook if you want to play along. First, let’s give this broth away to somepony that needs it…”

Eris snapped her talons and both bowls of broth transformed into magical vapor that flew around the cottage and out a window in the living room, scaring a few birds that were resting near the windowsill. “There, and now we raid your pantry to see what we can make out of gruel and ripened vegetables in recipes other than broth.”

“Eris, where is the broth going?” Butterscotch asked with terrified hesitance, looking out the direction that the magical broth vapor went. “Also, you do know those were the only bowls we had...”

“Eh, I’ll just conjure some new ones. And like I said, it’s off to somepony that is hungry and will probably need it in order to not make other ponies’ days worse. Anger’s not a fun emotion. Laughter is, though! Hey, think Bubble Berry would be fine with me poofing him here and also helping out to cook? Knowing him, he’ll somehow turn vegetables and fruits into cupcakes, probably by using the sugar in fruit or something. Stallion after my own heart, daring to do the impossible for no reason then ‘I can do it!’”

“I, I, uh…” Butterscotch stuttered. He raised a hoof to his head to calm himself down with all the sudden craziness. “Um, I think Berry is out of town on some important ‘super duper friend birthday’ call. Might be Cheese Panini.”

“COLT STEALER!”

“…what?” Butterscotch meekly asked, flinching from Eris’s sudden outburst.

“Er, uh, we don’t need her. Er, him. We don’t need him. Anyways!” Eris turned back to the pantry where she was pulling out random assortments of food and various spices. “I think I have what I need. Now…”

“Eris, couldn't you just poof up some food if you want something different?” Butterscotch asked, not exactly trusting of what Eris was planning.

Eris laid down her cooking supplies and smirked deviously at Butterscotch, who only stared in fear. “Yeah, but making it yourself by trial and error is much more fun!”

“Eris, I don’t like that smile…”

“Get used to it!” Eris shouted, as she grabbed the table and flipped it upward, snapping her talon.

“Ugh, Butler! Can you please bring me something to whet my appetite until the party later tonight? Butler? Butler! But– oh?”

Bluebelle, the niece of Solaris, having a pristine white coat and a meticulously combed mane that trailed down her barrel, stared at the unexpected bowls of broth that materialized before her. “Well, I’ve heard you were quick, but not this quick, Butler… wait. This is commoner food! And what in the heavens is this?!”

She picked up an envelope that was left with the bowls. Slipping out the note that was inside, Bluebelle read aloud, “’To anyone that these bowls of broth found its way to, this food was made with love. Probably. Normally I don’t give out food, but eh, maybe it’ll make your day better. Like my mother always said, don’t question the free food, just eat the free food’. Hmph. Probably some unicorn’s spell to toss out some poisoned food, either lethal or, er, other sorts of poisons. But, I must admit, it does seem appealing, and it does smell heavenly…”

Eventually, Bluebelle couldn’t help herself, and she raised a bowl with her magic up to her lips to taste some of the broth. When she laid down the bowl, she only stared forward, not even bothering to wipe some of the watery broth trailing down her muzzle.

“PAGE!”

Unlike the butler, the page responded more immediately, appearing next to Bluebelle in only a couple seconds. “Aye, miss? You called?”

“I want you to study this note. Find out who sent this broth. This stallion… I wish to keep him with me!”

Author's Notes:

Thanks to Eagle for editing this chapter!