The Ceremony of Power and Beauty had gone off without a hitch. Capping off the demonstration was Twilight’s flawless execution of raising the moon.

However, after the event, she looked drained. Had it not been for the lack of some afterglow and a drunken smile, some might have thought she just finished a roll in the sheets with Sniff.

"Is the coffee helping?" Sniff asked, only to have to catch her cup before her lapse in focusing had her lose the telekinetic grip.

Twilight had a delayed reaction of reaching for the cup but returned a smile after seeing Sniff holding onto it.

"I think so. It's just a little magic exhaustion, I think."

It was only a small group of them now. Becky, Kelly, Sniff, and their plus-ones were there to help monitor Twilight. They were all held up in an exclusive, roped-off corner of the room. Some excuse Sniff cooked up about the human embassy requesting a private spot being approved gave them some cover and even seemed to drum up some curious creatures searching for who they had to bribe to get let in.

"I think I wasn’t focusing enough and let my magic reach out farther than I should have. It made raising the moon and painting the sky a lot easier, but without practice, it really got away from me."

Unexpectedly, another royal voice provided her praise.

"If that was your magic getting away from you, I can only imagine what you would do with my sunrise."

The group looked up to see Celestia slowly walking towards them.

While there had been a time when such a sight was welcoming, now it left several parties, namely Twilight and Luna, on edge.

Still, ever the pleasant party, Sniff smiled to welcome the Princess of the Sun, though was now cautious not to look too comfortable around Twilight. Kelly felt some of her embarrassment returning from earlier, but Becky seemed happy to welcome the regal figure.

"Princess Celestia, come have a seat. I didn't get to say it earlier, but your castle here is amazing."

Despite knowing that taking a seat would be unwelcomed by the other royals there, Celestia didn't want to ruffle anyone's feathers, as a matter of speech, nor give off the impression she rejected the humans’ company.

She took the closest seat, seating respectably and properly.

"Thank you for saying so. It is important to keep one's home warm and inviting. I trust you are feeling better?"

Deciding to cut the tension somewhat, Becky held up her bottle and sloshed the contents around some. A little over a third of it seemed to be gone.

"Still a little tired, but I'm not hurting like before. I should be good for a few dances."

Now that Becky was feeling better, Rainbow could make good on following her bet.

"You think of any stallion in particular?"

A stallion in particular? That didn't sound like the Becky that Kelly knew. That's when logic hit.

"Wait, was that your bet?"

Becky tried to smile, but it was clearly fake. Not that she looked mad or sad, but more as if she was just lacking any enthusiasm.

"No, nothing that simple. The bet was whoever lost had to ask a stallion out for a date. They don't have to say yes, but if they do, we can't back out."

She held up her hands to ward off any protest that may come Rainbow's way, and this time she did smile.

"It was my idea, and it's nothing serious. We both need to come out of our shells, and I thought this would help."

As interesting as that was, Celestia wasn't too keen to look further into the subject and moved back to Twilight.

"You must be exhausted from raising the moon. There is a lot to grasp when reaching out to control these bodies. It requires a great deal of concentration, as well as energy. Previously, the combined efforts of many unicorns were needed, and they had to take turns in groups as it was so taxing on their bodies. Yet you, even as an alicorn managed it in so much better than when you had the combined powers of four alicorns."

That was a fair assessment, though the compliment seemed to come as something unexpected for Twilight. No matter where this was going, she didn't want Sniff stepping in and compromising their relationship.

"Peter, I nearly forgot, the florist mares have been waiting for you, and I think you owe them at least a dance tonight."

A woman's request for privacy was not lost to Sniff, so he wouldn't fight this. After all, this wasn’t the same Twilight he saved from Luna all those nights ago.

"You know what, you're right. And Becky, Kelly. I'm sure there are plenty of new faces that would love to meet your acquaintance."

As the small group got up to give Twilight and Celestia their space, Ovens could see that Luna was staying behind. Luna was supposed to stick with Kelly, and she wasn't going to let any of the humans go unescorted.

"Kelly, would you like to walk with us?"

Come to think of it, Kelly hadn't really taken the time to get to know this mare all that well. Certainly not enough one-on-one time at the Post-War-Party Party.

"I'd love to. You're looking great tonight in that new dress. Bet you're wishing it was a skirt though, right?"

And already it was starting.

"No Drip. Be nice," Sniff playfully requested.

Action like the juvenile she still was inside, Kelly shimmied up to Sniff’s side. She held his arm dearly, playing up her innocence.

"But I am being nice, Sniffy-Wiffy. Don't you like thinking about your cute little baker all dressed in an iddy-biddy skirt with those panties that just barely cover up her-"

"Kel," Sniff pleaded through his smile as he tried to pull away. "It's been a long hard day for all of us not going down on the farm."

Ovens chuckled and swatted at Kelly with her tail.

"Do be nice, Kelly. I have a long train ride home. So, really it's me you're being mean to. I have to go home and undress myself. And that's not nearly as fun without Peter there once I'm done, or at least partially done if he can't wait that long."

Kelly squeezed even tighter around Sniff’s arm, nearly letting out a squee.

"Oh, my god, Sniffy. She is so adorable. You really picked all the cutest girls."

Lacking any class, Becky followed behind them, hitting the bottle like a champ before passing it to Rainbow.

"Sorry you have to hear all this Dash."

Deciding to follow suit, Rainbow took the bottle in her wing and let out a long sigh.

"Believe me, I've heard a lot worse."

With the table clear, Twilight was unsure of what to expect but was about to be surprised by what Celestia was about to lead with.

"How… are the humans doing?" Celestia asked with a clear tone of regret in her voice.

Still unsure of how she was supposed to respond, Twilight cautiously answered.

"They were all excited to be here tonight. They've also been doing better every day since they've been allowed to get closer to the rest of us. Just as we wanted."

Despite the good news, Celestia furrowed her brow but immediately surrendered with a deep sigh.

"Please ignore my prior stance with that topic for now. Is Becky getting the help she needs for her condition?"

If this was a test, Twilight wasn’t going to humor the efforts needed for a passing grade. She was simply going to tell Celestia how it is.

"Fluttershy’s brew has been helpful with controlling her coughing symptoms, but her magic resistance makes any effort I could offer useless. Doctor Horse seems to be too far behind the curve to help even when he is around. Thankfully, Cadance and Shining have agreed to work with Zecora in using potions to develop a cure. It's even given her new hope for a healthier longer future."

Celestia nodded, looking as if she was the one being lectured.

"I see. That is good to hear… What of Kelly? It's clear she's healing well, but what of mental state?"

For this one, Luna was quick to sternly give her answer, making Celestia internally dread what was coming.

"Kelly is scared of being alone or being around those she is unfamiliar with. Big Mac has done much to offer her healing, but his responsibilities have fallen unto me when he is otherwise preoccupied with the farm, being undermanaged with Applejack still recovering."

Again, Celestia nodded, giving no resistance to the harsh recitation, but lifted her head with a smile, looking off towards the music.

"I trust you have done well, consider how closely she clings to you, dear sister. Though, I must say it warms my heart to see Applejack so light on her hooves this evening."

Curious, Twilight and Luna turned to where Celestia was staring.

Further down the far end of the ballroom, Applejack was leaning hard into Lumberman. She really was light on her hooves, seeing how Lumberman was mostly holding her up so she could dance with him.

It was a slow dance, and even Lyra had joined Octavia to play something they could dance to.

Any fool could see she was having the time of her life holding on to him, the way Lumberman held her, letting her shuffle her hooves around like it was a proper dance. Ever so often a gentle dip or spin would have her laugh and squeal in joy.

Too caught off guard by the display, neither princess noticed Celestia leave her seat. When they did, Celestia stopped and shot them a sad look over her shoulder, but said nothing. When the moment had passed without words, she returned to the busy floor of guests with a well-rehearsed smile and welcoming tone.

Alone again, Twilight looked to Luna, some adrenaline finally waking her enough to not look sleepy.

"I think we're missing something. I had assumed that Celestia was worried about us becoming too attached to Peter and the others because we could lose them too soon. That can't be all… if it is in fact her reasoning."

It seemed unreasonable to believe Celestia would attempt to pull something here tonight, so Twilight could relax for now. However, that did leave one curious question she had for the Lunar Princess.

"By the way. You were late getting here. Did something bad happen, or did something very good happen?"

Since it was Twilight, Luna didn't mind getting called out and even blushed enough she had to hide her face behind her wings.

"Well, one thing led to another at the Apple Farm. Also, anal with Big Mac didn't go exactly as planned, although Kelly did kiss it all better."

Cerb sat defiantly cross-armed in his seat.

"I don't know if we should do this. I have to get mad for it to work, and I don't wanna be mad."

Rutherford slammed his hooves down on the table, determined to get his way, frightening the three florists mares in the process

"Yak show great strength. Now human show great strength. Yak will show who is strongest."

Thankfully, Becky was ready to play mediator. And maybe exploit her magic fingers at the same time by running them over Rutherford's shoulder.

"Oh, don't be like that, Prince. Cerb is having a good time and doesn't want to risk hurting you. You're our friend now. And friends don't want to hurt each other."

Rutherford was immediately calmed, now resting easy in his seat under Becky's care.

"Hmm… Becky make good point, but Devil Dog human should honor friendly request to compare strength. It also what good friends do when friend is yak."

The truth was that Cerb was worried about hurting the prince in an arm-wrestling contest. He was worried that winning would make Rutherford flip out as a sore loser, or winning would insult him. However, now that he was calm, maybe he could humor the kind prince.

"Fine, but only if, one, we agree not to try and hurt each other, and two, that we do this as friends. That means no matter who wins, we don't get mad at each other, but be grateful that we have such a strong friend at our side. Sound good?"

Rutherford sat and pondered, humming to himself. The rules didn't sound unfair, but the notion of losing still having an upside was oddly intriguing.

"Hmm… Devil Dog Justin make good deal. Prince Rutherford will honor terms."

Cerb sighed, knowing what he was going to have to do if he wanted a real test of might to satiate the Prince's wishes.

"Benny… I need you to help psych me up the only way I hate."

Kelly knew what this method was and motioned for Ovens to back up, while Sniff did the same for Swifty and his three pending dance partners.

In the move, Lily was growing concerned.

"What's he going to do? This isn't the Everfree Forest after all."

"Just stay back in case he swings," Sniff commented reassuringly.

Eavesdroppers had been listening in and were surprised Cerb would agree. In fact, it quickly drew in a crowd and some excited calls.

"That creature is crazy!"

"Is that human really going to beat a yak?"

"Prince Rutherford called him a devil! He must have demon powers!"

From the crowd, one friendly stallion came forward to better assess the situation.

"I do say, Justin, old boy," Sir Fancy Pants spoke up with a call to reason. "You might be one strapping young lad-"

In the middle of saying so, Cerb had removed his jacket and button-up, now only wearing his white tee-shirt and bow tie. It would appear that the tux had hidden a lot more than the ponies could have guessed.

"Hoo-my… very strapping."

Undeterred, Cerb handed his garments to Rarity, who surprisingly wasn't trying to stop him.

"Don't worry about me. If I'm right about my strength, I won't have to worry about hurting my good friend here… And if I'm completely wrong, Prince Rutherford will know right away and wouldn’t want to hurt me either."

He stood up tall, cracked his neck, and rolled his shoulders, begrudgingly getting ready for something no creature was expecting.

"Alright Squid… psych me up."

Benny walked up behind Cerb, just off to his friend’s left side.

When you can breathe again, let me know if it's better or worse than last time."

Cerb nodded, then Benny wound back his hand, aimed, and slapped Cerb in one spot that made Cerb grunt like he was just kicked in the gut, and nearly dropped to his knees.

“Nope… Just as bad.”

The audience went silent at the sight, and Cadance gasped. She was so shocked that she raised her hoof and bit down on her metal shoe covers.

Shining took notice of his wife's reaction, which was dramatically stronger than any other ponies.

"Uh, Cadance? What just happened?"

Even with the shirt on, Cadance knew exactly where Benny had struck Cerb. To anyone else, it would have been just another slap on the back. For Cerb though…

"Justin was badly wounded in combat. Where Benny just slapped him is a place so sensitive I could barely massage it for him without causing him intense pain if applied too much pressure."

Cerb stood hunched over the table, his face beat red and sweat forming quickly. His breath was so heavy it could have been mistaken for an angry yak's, if not a minotaur's.

Around the room, the creatures could feel their skin crawl. A great sense of uneasiness took over as the anger Cerb felt rose higher. Something had to be done.

That something just so happened to come from Shining.

"A thousand bits says my friend Cerberus can beat Prince Rutherford."

The tactic was clear to Sniff, given that he was about to do the same thing, but only at a hundred bits. At least he could play it up… starting with one pony he didn't need to play favorites with.

He looked down to verify it was, infact, the unicorn stallion, Jetset standing next to him, then lightly nudged the pony’s side to get his attention.

"A fool and his money. Am I right?"

A fool and his money usually are soon parted, and Jetset took that notion as a suggestion to take that bet.

"One thousand bits. I'll take that wager."

Quickly the room was a buzz with ponies and griffons throwing their bets in. Among the hustle and bustle, one feline voice stood out as slightly agitated by the bet in a domineering pose.

"Five thousand against the human," King Abyssinia called out.

Again the room went silent as all eyes went on the feline king. Thankfully, Benny knew just how to defuse the situation.

"Is this because of that ball of yarn you chased after?"

Snickers and poorly hidden laughs grew amongst the peanut gallery, eroding any sense of intimation he might have held.

"What? No! I Just-Rrrrough!"

Out of nowhere, the King jumped to the side, tackling and rolling with fierce growls as he assaulted a ball of red yarn that had been tossed his way.

"Pinkie!" At least seven voices called out.

Pinkie held a not-so-innocent smile and shrugged.

"What? He likes it."

Be that as it may, Cadance had faith in her human.

"If King Abyssinia wants to be a higher roller, I can play ball, as well. Five thousand bits on Cerberus."

Cerb took his seat again, the pain was a strong motivator and was quick to get him pissed off, but he didn’t know if his anti-magic properties worked on anything not-pony based. Now all this pressure was getting to him, slowly replacing the anger with uncertainty.

All the more reason for Sniff to step in and play announcer.

"Alright, if all the bets are in, let's make the rules clear."

He stood in front of the table, making sure as many could see the mini arena as possible.

"The rules are simple. Each wrestler will hold onto the other’s hand or hoof only. Elbows will remain on the table at all times and each wrestler can hold onto the side of the table with their non-wrestling hand or hoof only. The winner will be called when either of the opponent’s hand, hoof, or back of their wrist, or similar joint touches the table, or if their elbow leaves the table. Do both contenders agree?"

Both nodded, but all of this was throwing Cerb off. He just wanted a friendly little match. He didn't even care if he won, now some of his friends were risking small fortunes on him?

Plus he was arm wrestling a freaking Yak!

All these thoughts were getting to him as he locked grips with the Prince, only to have a mother's wing put a hold on the match.

Cutter stood with her feathers over the two's grip and a cocky grin between them both.

"Allow me to be the ref for this one. I got enough studs trying to show off like this when they get bored. But also, a private word to each contender."

Amongst the confused looks, Cutter leaned over to whisper in Rutherford's ear behind her free wing. Whatever she said, it shocked him at first but had him snap back to focusing on Cerb, and a huff of angry steam huffing out of his nostrils.

Then she did the same for Cerb, and the eerie discomfort that came from his ire returned. The uneasy tension only excited the crowd more. Just as Cutter was hoping for.

"Okay, boys. You know what's on the line. On your mark. Get set!

"Oh, yes. Thank you. Thank you. Thank you five times more than the rest, your kingliness. Thank you. Thank- Hey! An IOU? Really?"

Shining was raking in the dough, with one expected slip dropping down in front of him from Celestia.

"I, of course, bet on Cerberus but have no need for the winnings. If anything, he deserves it."

Shining was stunned. He never knew Celestia to be the gambling type.

"Oh, uh… sure thing, Princess."

With that piece of entertainment over with, Celestia made her way over to the winner and loser’s table.

"That was quite the show you two put on for us."

Practically vibrating with excitement, Yona was beyond ecstatic as she relived the short contest with her prince.

"Did you see Prince Rutherford! He hold human off for so long! Yaks best at wrestling humans!"

All things considered, Rutherford took his loss as if it were a victory.

“Ha! Humans grow stronger with rage. Yak always strong, but flying sword pony was right. It not matter if win or loss, only that yaks not give up. Not even against creatures that ignore superior strength when mad. Yaks can be proud of not losing so easily to Devil Dog.”

Cerb put his arms back through the sleeves of his button-up shirt and rolled his shoulder a few times, seeming a bit impressed with the turnout as well.

“I only know I ignore most augmented strength. All the muscle you got otherwise, you made winning hard to do, Prince. And thank you, Princess. Always glad to lighten up the party.”

Prior grudges aside, Celestia honestly enjoyed the show and leaned in closer to whisper a secret to Cerb.

“Between you and me, these things tend to get rather boring, so anything to shake them up is a blessing.”

Cerb shook his head with a large grin and went back to buttoning up his shirt.

“I know what you mean. We’ll try to not get too carried away.”

More familiar with Celestia not wanting ponies getting too attached to them, Fluttershy and Rarity moved in closer to help Cerb don his jacket. Although Fluttershy was curious as to what brought the sudden shift in Cerb before the match started.

"What did Cutter tell you before she started the match?"

Having never left, Cutter answered for Cerb.

"I told him that if he lost, some might question if he really could keep both of you safe… I don't think he liked hearing that."

Cerb finished his last button and straightened out his jacket, ready to confirm her assertion/words of encouragement.

"I ain't gonna let no one think I'm some pushover."

Happy to hear, and proud of her stallion’s victory, Fluttershy fluttered up and gave Cerb a quick peck on the cheek.

"A pushover doesn't even come close to describing you."

Believing that was true, Cerb took his seat and invited Cutter to join them.

"I think a celebratory drink is in order. How do you like the taste of honey, mom?"

For a short while, the delegation was a mix of whispering rumors and many creatures introducing themselves to every human they came across. Most of the time the Stranded Seven did their best to avoid handshakes, but of course what few they couldn't avoid sparked even more rumors. Many centered around Sniff and the mares they found him dancing with. Rumors from Ponyville mixed with the who he came with, who he clung to, and how who he danced with seemed to spark much speculation.

"So, you having a good time tonight?" Sniff asked Daisy as they gently swayed to the soft instrumentals.

Daisy smiled merely as they danced, holding herself rather tightly around him.

"Very much so. You're a great dancer." She suddenly giggled, looking swooned. "I can't believe this is our first date. Dancing and mingling with high society?"

She laid her head to rest against his chest, never losing her step as they moved together.

"So much better than a picnic in the park."

The song ended, and Sniff let Daisy down to all fours again. Another switch between dance partners was in the works but instead was interrupted by Lyra.

"Hey, you two. Octavia and the band are taking a short break, and then she has something special she wants to share, so if you can get the rest of the group, I know she'd appreciate it."

Not too far away, Applejack was sitting cozy in her wheelchair, as she nursed another sip from her bottle.

"Oh, Woody. Even if this ain't no hootenanny, dancing and tequila is the greatest combo since apples and sugar."

Before they could get too far into said discussion, one abruptly ending conversation took their attention.

"Beg my pardon, your excellency. I just saw a couple I've been meaning to speak with again."

Without even waiting for someone who had to be the Abyssinia Queen to reply, Celestia made a sharp departure to intercept Lumberman wheeling Applejack away.

"There you both are. I didn't want to bother either of you earlier and didn't have much time back at the train station."

Celestia stood proudly, happy to see Applejack in such high spirits with Lumberman looking just as pleased behind her.

"You seem to be doing much better, Applejack. I imagine Mister James has been taking good care of you?"

Much like the others, Applejack was cautious of the pleasantries from Celestia, but couldn’t find it within herself to be rude. That was simply how she’d been brought up.

"Ole' Woody here has been nothing but perfect for me. I couldn't ask for a better stallion. Human or otherwise."

Maintaining her dignity, Celestia quickly bowed her head to Lumberman.

"You have gone above and beyond tending to Applejack, in addition to ensuring her well-being. Someday I hope to repay you in a manner befitting what it means to me for all you've done."

As greatly appreciated as her kind words were, Lumberman didn't have much time.

"There's no place I'd rather be than by her side. But, if you could do the two of us a favor and save us a spot for when Octavia comes back? We were headed to the uh… powder room?"

There was an embarrassed smile on Applejack’s muzzle, prompting Celestia to realize that her timing was still off.

"Oh, my goodness. Yes, of course. And, actually." She looked over her shoulder and raised her voice to only a respectable level. "Flash Sentry."

Fluttering down from a higher level in the castle, the Solar Guard landed and saluted. He was clearly all business without the formalities.

"Yes, Princess. Are you in need of something?"

He wanted so badly to turn his eyes to Lumberman to assess any threat but knew better.

Thankfully, Celestia removed any sense of danger with only a simple order.

"Applejack is in need of some privacy with Mister James's assistance. Would you be so kind as to show them to the room that requires the porcelain key?"

One quick lapse in training let Flash's eyes turn to Applejack, where he finally realized that she wasn’t in a wheelchair for comfort's sake.

"Oh-right... Away. Yes, Princess. Mister James, if you would follow me."

As the three departed, Celestia had one more human to track down. After a quick look around the ballroom not revealing him or his unicorn plus-one, Celestia gathered that there was one likely place to find them.

Chris sat on a bench with Starlight latched onto his arm, both of them just enjoying the night sky and scenery together.

"Are you sure you don't want to go back in and mingle?"

Starlight didn't even budge from her spot, seemingly content with where they were.

"Not really. Everypony and the other delegates all want your attention now, and I forgot how much I still love having you all to myself."

Amused at the notion of Starlight not going full-tilt with as many as she could rope in at once, Chris huffed a short chuckle.

"Well, I like this, too. And I also wanted to know if you'd like an official date with me tomorrow? Just you and me touring the city?"

Uncontrollably, Starlight's ears fluttered wildly, putting Chris on alert, but Starlight squeezed on his arm to hold him in place.

"No-No. Sorry. That was just me getting happily excited. Not… well, maybe now I am. But yes, I'd love to have a day out in the city with you."

From behind them, Celestia silently observed the two lovebirds, which was a lot to take in.

The first report of Starlight was a mare who was bullheaded and ripe with anger as a cult-leading tyrant. Not exactly flattering. The second report of her failed attempt to exact revenge on Twilight and her friends seemed to describe her as a mare more broken and alone than a villain. Even meeting her for the first time showed a pony that was emotionally undeveloped, and in many ways, was more immature than outright malicious.

Now here with Chris at her side? Calm, secure, emotionally aware, and above all else, she was happy with a forbidden love she managed to somehow work in her favor. It left Celestia stuck between feeling proud, envious… and surprisingly a bit spiteful.

Regardless, she was making her rounds to show how proper she could be.

“I hope you two are enjoying the view tonight, though there is much more to enjoy inside."

The lovely couple rose from their seats, turned, and bowed. Of the two though, Chris still had a bit of fanboy mentality around her.

"Thank you for having us. We just haven't had a lot of time together… just the two of us I mean."

Celestia smiled and closed her eyes as she tried to recall who else had been eating up his time.

"I could imagine. I've heard that you have taken in five others and are tending to their fillies and colts as well. So, I must ask… What inspired you to take on so many?"

Oh, this was so not the time or place for such a conversation. Even Chris knew that.

"It kinda just happened. Kind of a long and… personal story."

The sound of busy hooves and chatter picked up behind them, reminding Celestia that they would have to wait to share that story.

"Another time, perhaps. Right now Octavia has requested your company with the others."

Pushing their way to the front, Chris and Starlight joined the rest of the group. Short exchanges were shared as Cadance and Shining gathered in closer, but no one seemed to know what was going on that they needed to be there for.

That's when Octavia returned to her instrument, joined by Lyra with a violin and Vinyl floating up a set of bongos. They both carried their own sheet music and hurriedly looked them over as Octavia introduced her final act.

"Good evening. By request, I came to perform for you all this evening. However, given how I did not arrive alone, I have been afforded the rest of the evening off to spend it with a very special stallion you all have been getting to know. However, before I do, I have but one last performance to give before turning over for my relief."

She took her bow in hoof and readied the cello. This was going to be something she'd never forget.

"This song was inspired by one of the same melodies, but tonight, it will be sung with different lyrics. Dedicated to my special somehuman and the mare that helped me to have the confidence to listen to what my heart was telling me. For both of you who made me brave enough to listen."

On the first pull against her strings, Benny recognized the notes as being too easily recognizable. Sniff caught on just as fast, and after a moment, the rest of the Stranded Seven knew this was music they'd heard before.

Without a doubt, Octavia had started a cover of Crash Into Me, by Dave Matthew's Band. Only this time, much like she said, she had her own lyrics.

Octavia’s voice faded and the music finally stopped with a swipe of her hoof away from the strings with the bow.

The ballroom lit up with the roaring applause from those in attendance. Cheers, whistles, and approving calls of all sorts rained down on the performers.

With her last note played for the night, Octavia let her instrument stand on its own, leading Lyra and Vinyl away.

Of course, Benny wasted no time and met his musical mare halfway where he wrapped her up in his arms, finally kissing her for all to see. Not too far in the back was a mare happy to see how well things were going for one of her new colts. However, at that moment, she was about to have her romantic interests reapproached.

“You’d think for one night they’d let you wear an actual dress and not a dress uniform,” came the voice of Baked Fresh.

Cutter turned to see her husband standing just off to her side with a drink in his aura.

“Oh, darling. I was wondering when you were going to make it.”

Baked Fresh made his way over to Cutter, nodding to a few guards that knew him along the way.

"Well, you know how it goes. Another large order for a royal venue, another long night to catch up with the next day's orders."

He stopped short of reaching his wife's side, taking another opportunity to size up the new creatures Octavia was surrounding herself with.

"What in the wide world of Equestria are those beasts? And here I thought minotaurs were odd. I can't believe a pony as dignified as Octavia would allow herself to become so familiar with one."

He drew a half-grin and lightly shook his head as if he was watching the class clown getting caught acting up.

"Things sure aren't like they used to be in our day. I just hope our little Oven Fresh has found herself a stallion with a set of hooves fit for the kitchen… How'd she get invited here anyway?"

Suddenly this was looking like the worst of ideas to go through with. After so many years of minimal contact with his daughter, walking up with a human as her stallion would be the match to ignite the stick of dynamite that was Oven’s other life choices.

Cutter was going to have to change subjects, or at least she would have been able to if Sniff hadn't shown up with Swifty.

"Cutter, is this the happy husband I've heard so much about?"

Baked Fresh turned his eyes up to the freakishly tall and dark-skinned human. The fact that it seemed to know who he was, came off particularly concerning.

"Y-yes… Baked Fresh. And you are?"

In a moment of panic, Cutter hoped that Sniff really was as smart as she thought he was so he could pick up on where she was about to steer this conversation.

"This is Peter. Peter James. He is one of the seven human dignitaries and good friends with Miss Becky Landon, the medical specialist who will be assisting me."

It didn’t take a genius to figure out why Cutter didn't lead with who Ovens was here with tonight. Either it was going to be a surprise or his race was an issue. He was going to have to play it cool and use all his charm and hope Swifty would remain professional enough not to speak out about the oversight.

"Well, I’m a bit more than that. I’m also a massage therapist, entrepreneur, and just started a marketing business. I’m actually working on a new promotional campaign for the Wonderbolts. But I’m still new to the area and trying to work everything out.”

Knowing this was going to be an issue now, Sniff had to make sure everyone else was in the loop. So, thinking the discomfort would allow for a clean getaway, he sought to part ways before more conversation would hold him there.

“If you’ll excuse me, I need to catch up with my friends again. Lots to celebrate tonight, and why don’t you and Cutter catch up on that while I go try to pry Ovens away from congratulating Octavia. But it was very nice meeting you, sir.”

Sniff extended his hand, but Baked Fresh stepped back on the advance, only giving more reason for Sniff to pull back and excuse himself.

“Right, sorry… I sometimes forget that ponies aren’t used to our appearance. No worries, sir. I hope you enjoy the party."

Keeping his cool, Sniff made his way back to the group but Swifty could tell something had him concerned. A concern he would quickly share with others.

"Okay, Ovens, everyone, I’ve got good news and bad news."

Without giving them a chance to react with a question, Sniff quickly fired off with the update.

"The good news is that Baked Fresh, Oven's father, is here. The bad news is that mother failed to mention me, and as any would expect, his initial reaction to a new species was a far cry from stellar."

The collective groans from the many friends ended with their eyes on Ovens in the middle of watching her world fall apart.

"Oh, goddamnit. Why didn't mom prepare him for this? I can't believe this."

Swifty, fearing a similar reaction as Cutter's first meeting with Sniff, wasn’t too thrilled to relive this scenario ago.

"Ovens, your dad is just a baker and not some crazy sword-mage unicorn… Right?"

Disappointed, Ovens rolled her eyes and huffed.

"No. Nothing cool like that… but he can breathe fire like me."

And the great night Twilight started out with was quickly turning to shit. First, the possible magic exhaustion, then Celestia acting strange...er, now another fire-breathing unicorn threatening her man?

"Fffffffffffffuck… How mad would you have to be so you're fireproof to unicorn magic?"

While a great question, Cerb stepped in to speak some reason to the group.

"Let's not make a point to try and find out tonight. Can you just talk to him in private and if he flips out just teleport him off somewhere so he won't make a scene?"

A good idea, but not one Ovens could get behind.

“I never got good at teleporting anything more than myself, and not very far at that. We just need to calmly let him know that Peter and I are seeing each other romantically… along with Twilight and nine or... ten other mares?”

Lily, trying not to let this new drama get in the way of more time with Sniff, offered some kind words.

“Well, maybe once he gets to know Peter, your father will understand? I mean, if your mom can, who couldn't?"

As great as all this support was, Sniff knew what really mattered.

"Ovens, this is your call. What do you want to do?"

Slipping off to the exclusive corner reserved for the humans, Baked Fresh was taking the time to explore some previously unanswered questions.

"Did you get checked out by a doctor or not?"

Cutter did her best to hold her composure, but she didn't have much in terms of answers she could openly give.

"Becky has seen me, but there are much bigger and more dangerous things happening that I can't tell you about. I'm working directly with Princess Twilight and the human delegates. I wish I could tell you-"

"But it comes with the job," Baked groaned, already knowing the headache that was following. "I know you can't tell me all the secret stuff that goes on with your position, but last night you were acting so strange. I'm worried about you, and now with these strange creatures-"

"I want another foal," Cutter blurted out, with all the tact of a baseball bat through a stained glass window.

It was both an attempt to avoid any further talk of humans, but also something she finally got off her chest. And it seemed to work as Baked was left silent by the declaration.

“I know I’ve been acting strange, but just listen to me. Our baby is all grown up and found a stallion that loves her just as much as we do… but he might not be able to stay here long enough or even start a family. Me and you though? We made so many financial mistakes that we never had the chance to-”

Baked nearly lost all his color and pulled his hoof back as he recoiled.

“For Luna’s sake, honey. Why are you bringing this up now? We finally have everything in order to be able to take it easy. I can hire a staff, you can retire, and together we can finally slow down and enjoy being on the same schedule for once. Just you, me, together with the b-”

Cutter reached across the table and pulled her husband’s hoof back to hers. Future plans could finally be achieved, and maybe this would be the turning point she’d been waiting for, giving her hope and a sense of calm she hadn’t felt in years.

“I want so badly to finally spend my days with you again.” Her expression melted into something loving and seductive. “And there is so much more of you I want to get to know-”

Again, Baked pulled his hooves back, this time covering his ears and shutting his eyes to face away from her.

“No. We’re not doing this. Not here. Just—”

This conversation was frustrating him to no end, and he wore it plainly on his face. Above all else, he just couldn’t tolerate this topic any further.

“Just let me meet this new stallion of Ovens and then I’m going home. It’s been a long day, after a long night worrying about us, and it’s going to be another long day tomorrow catching up with work.”

Without another word or even a glance, Baked turned from the table and made his way towards where he last saw Sniff walking off to. He didn’t need or bother to give an explanation that he wasn’t waiting for her.

Swifty nervously made yet another adjustment to her armor.

"I'm just saying that I can't stab fire."

They were running in circles and only stressing Ovens out even more.

"Don't worry about my dad trying to torch anything. So long as it's fire, I can control it. I just need to relax."

Sniff made a slight turn to Swifty, and tapped his pocket twice, then pulled Ovens to sit next to him. Having her in a comfortable position, he placed his hands on her shoulders and started to rub up and down, working his way over her neck.

"Swifty, I got my keys, so everything is going to be fine, but make sure Cutter still has her’s. And you, Ovens, once your dad hears about everything going on, he'll understand and you won't have to fight him. We'll all just sit down, have a drink, and I'm sure we can answer any question he may have about all of us being together."

Ovens couldn't even pretend to look upset while Sniff’s hands were working out all the tension she had built up.

"Mmm-maybe you should start with one of these massages on him. Your techniques could talk anypony into anything."

From behind, Baked stood silently, listening, watching. He watched the creature from earlier treating his daughter the same way his wife had done before starting to coax himself into letting her touch his most private areas.

Disgusted, insulted, betrayed, and equally hurt as he was angry, he noticed another pegasus, Thunder Glide, if he wasn’t mistaken from the nights Cutter had trained her, had replaced Swifty.

Judging by her position, stance, and proximity, he could tell she wasn't standing a normal watch. She was the same as the last one, and that made it clear who they were protecting.

The guards were protecting this "thing" that had gotten to his daughter and his wife. And his wife was exactly who he was now standing next to, and she wasn't able to hide the fact that the secret had been uncovered.

"The new stallion?" He muttered angrily under his breath, seemingly offended to even use such a description.

Cutter tugged him to the side and led him away to explain things. Unfortunately, once out of earshot, it was his interrogation that began.

"What is that thing doing with our daughter?" He huffed through gritted teeth. "Is he the one who put it in your head to have us touch each other's-"

"Shh," Cutter hushed him, trying to stop things from spiraling out of control.

Even if they were out of earshot from Ovens and Sniff, there were other guests who could still overhear.

"Please, honey, just give that another chance. Peter is a wonderful stallion that has so much to share about how we can better love each other physically. This is something very important to me that I want to share with you again.”

“Again?” He nearly choked on the word. “I can barely remember most of what we did last night, and even less of what you wanted to do, but I remember how you started it. Was everything else new something he showed you?”

His words were cutting deep, and he didn’t even know how much it was hurting Cutter to hear such an accusation.

“No, honey, please. I should have told you right away that Ovens was dating a human when you first met him but you-"

In an instant, Baked had reached his peak of what he could deal with and closed Cutter's mouth with his magic. He held his head like he was fighting a migraine, eyes tightly shut, looking down and away, showing nothing pleasant about him visually or in his tone.

"I can't… I can't do this. I thought when Ovens was old enough and stable I would finally have the mare back that stole my heart so long ago… but it's just one thing after another. Moving in, having the foal you wanted, promotion after promotion. One new fight after another with secrets upon secrets until you're fighting our own daughter for this new coltfriend you're clearly familiar with."

Cutter tried to plead her case, but only muffled nothings came through with her lips still held shut; Baked was doing all the talking.

"You're not the mare I fell in love with anymore," he painfully admitted. "And I'm not the same stallion… I'm tired and not starting a new family again because we screwed up our first one."

Having set the stage, he released his hold on Cutter, leaving her without a rebuttal. Not that it mattered when he still had more to say.

"When Ovens came back to me, you told me not to tell her what we were doing. You said it would make her strong, and maybe it did—"

He looked over his shoulder, seeing Ovens no longer hiding the fact that Sniff was the stallion she was with. Nor was she hiding how close she held Lyra or had invited the florist to hang over Sniff. All of which left Baked feeling more of his doubts rising up stronger and his sorrow growing, much like the distance between him and Ovens from years ago; just like the distance, he was about to physically put between all of them.

"—but that's not my baby girl any more… And she hasn't been since you stopped me from bringing her home like I wanted."

Despite every fiber of her being pleading that she run after him, she couldn't. There was so much to sort through, and where she was confrontational, he was passive-aggressive. He needed time.

For Cutter, it was vexing to deal with, but perhaps it was best he didn't cause a scene. Not when considering the way she had acted after first meeting Sniff herself. This was all a lot to take in, and perhaps too much to accept without an ass-kicking. One that Swifty would have been willing to offer, knowing her daughter.

“He’s not coming back, is he?” Swifty quietly asked from behind Cutter.

The need for feigning shock or putting on a strong front wasn’t needed, and frankly, Cutter didn’t have the emotional fortitude to put one up. Certainly not for Swifty’s sake.

“No… He’s had a long day and will have an early day tomorrow. That’s all that Ovens and Peter need to know.”

Swifty gave a sad sigh, knowing what little she overheard would only ruin the night for the others.

“Peter should know, eventually. I’m sure he’ll know how to fix this.”

Baked leaving on such bad terms wasn’t helpful for Cutter, but perhaps that only meant that she needed Sniff’s help more than ever. But it also meant she wasn’t ready to go home.

“You’re right, but that won’t be tonight. When we return Peter safely from Canterlot, then he and I will sort this out. For tonight, though, let us make sure all goes well for my growing family of trouble makers.”

A backup group of musicians had taken over the duties of providing the music for the evening, and one lady was ready to make good on her word. Just a little courage, a well-rehearsed smile, and a little more hope that maybe Cerb hadn’t gotten the large yak wasted already was all she thought was needed.

“Prince Rutherford, I do believe I said I would save you a dance?”

The gruff prince pulled back his low-hanging bangs to take a proper look at Becky, and damn did she ever look pretty tonight.

“Becky might need more rest to dance like yak.”

Quick to intervene on the misunderstanding, Cerb downed another shot and leaned in to address this.

“No, nah-we don’t know any of your dances, but a lot of ours are similar to ponies. Becky would like to share a two-legged, slow dance with you.”

Hearing the correction, Becky stopped and listened to the music.

"Not many know this, but normally a private dance with me cost a thousand bits."

"Oh, my god," Cerb groaned amusedly. "You only got eight-hundred, so quit your bragging.”

Seeing this as the perfect distraction, Cutter stepped in next to Cerb’s seat and poured herself a shot of the honey whiskey.

“That’s right. Ovens had told me about that charity auction.”

Like a true seasoned soldier, she knocked back the shot but ended with a cold shiver.

“Oh, my. Isn’t that just ever so delightful?” She readjusted herself and cleared her throat. “Ahem. Emm. Prince Rutherford, I would highly suggest you take Becky up on her offer before you have to smash your way into having just a moment of her time. We aren’t the only ones who have heard of the rumors of human dancing.”

She turned her eyes to the dance floor where Sniff was sharing a dance with Ovens, walled off by the three florists holding off a line of other curious mares. It was a sight that would have been funnier, had not it been for Twilight joining their table.

“I’m spending all day with Peter tomorrow, and I’m just so tired from raising the moon, I told him to have as much fun as he can tonight… That and we think it’s best if Celestia doesn’t know about how close the two of us are right now.”

From that, it would seem that Cutter could see she wasn’t the only one who needed a distraction, but one good turn deserves another.

“Princess, you’ve earned your rest. I’ll see to it that Peter takes good care of you tonight, but for now—”

She poured three more shots in rapid succession, sliding one to Cerb, another to Twilight, and leaving another for herself, which she downed before the others had a chance.

“—Justin, it appears my husband will be unable to join us due to... prior commitments. Would you be a dear and show mother to the dance floor? She’s never danced with a thousand-bit stud before.”

Luna, a moment too late to the conversation, without Kelly at her side, stomped her hoof.

“What?! I believe it should be upon royalty to request the first dance.”

If that was the case, and Sniff’s dance floor presence had already attracted a crowd, Cadance was now at the table to offer her own objection.

“It should be upon royalty to make the first request, and Justin owes me another dance.”

An odd sight suddenly caught Twilight’s attention, as she saw something she was sure Chris would fanboy over.

“Uh, I think you might be right about the whole royalty thing, girls.”

“Oh, dear,” Celestia’s voice rose up, being the last of the Princesses to join the group. “I most certainly hope that Chris knows it’s proper etiquette to allow a Queen to lead if not of—”

Before she could finish explaining the customs surrounding dancing with royalty, she was silenced by the sight of Queen Abyssinia changing her position to force the Saddle Arabian out of their path and Chris into the lead.

“—Well that was certainly unexpected. I just hope that King Abyssinia will not disapprove of… Oh, my.”

As Kelly, escorting the feline King into view, changed Celestia’s tune, Luna smirked proudly at her earlier intervention.

“I’m sure the King will be just fine with the arrangements we have set forth. After a cultural misunderstanding involving how to address our dear humans and a colorful ball of yarn, Kelly offered to settle their differences with a dance and a few drinks.”

Still proud of herself, she slowly turned back to the group as she continued to gloat. “Of course, Queen Abysssss-Where the fuck is Justin?”

All eyes went back to Twilight sitting alone at the table, slowly sipping on her shot of honey whiskey.

“Mmm, even without the burn, that’s some good alcohol… And Justin is dancing with Cutter. She snuck him off while you were talking. Also, Prince Rutherford decided to take Becky up on her offer as well.”

Having Cerb slip off with Cutter would only delay Luna’s desires to literally dance with her temptation, but she could pacify herself with another option she fancied. She even thought to cover her intentions with an innocent giggle.

“She certainly is a skilled one, slipping off with Justin like that. No bother. I still need to show my appreciation to our other hero of the Ever-fuck me freefalling from the sky. Goddamnit, Ember.”

From the far side of the room, Ember was walking onto the dance floor, her claws in Benny’s hand. Then, to only complicate matters, Chris was tapped on the shoulder by Lady Amira, while Prince Maakim was carrying on a conversation with Starlight as they took up positions to dance the next song.”

Knowing already where the collective train of thought was going, Twilight started to pour a few more shots for her fellow royals.

“Don’t bother looking for Lumberman. He wanted to thank you all for everything tonight, especially you, Celestia. He said Applejack was tickled pink over the royal powder room, as well as the offer to stay the night here, but there is still a lot of work to do on the Apple house. They left shortly after Octavia’s last performance.”

The other princesses joined Twilight at the table, seemingly ignoring the prior aggravation towards Celestia for the moment.

“If I had to guess, I would say they just wanted a quiet night together after all the commotion that’s been going on. I’m sure all that dancing she finally got to do must have been torture on her hooves as well. She’ll sleep better in her own bed, but I made sure they would be taken care of. Onyx Armor, Ralph, and Helix agreed to escort them back to the farm.”

Three more ponies, even later to enter the party, and wearing their Wonderbolt uniforms, joined the table, favoring the side with Cadance.

“Geez,” Spitfire grumbled, looking less than enthused at the current setting. “Can you believe those ponies hogging up the humans so fast? Don’t they know there are others wanting to get to know them better and finally have a little fun together?”

Had the three Wonderbolts not been gawking at the dance floor, the collective stares of Luna, Twilight, and Cadance would have told them they were actually in the back of the line. Instead, Celestia’s realization of the human’s popularity had exceeded what she ever could have anticipated, meaning she didn't have the time any longer to wait.

"You ladies keep an eye on our guests. I, unfortunately, have other dignitaries to attend to. And let them know that if they are to depart, I would like to see them off before they go."

After walking far enough away to get blindsided by more nobles and social elites, Luna leaned in closer to Twilight to share some concerns.

"Twilight, my sister continues to confuse me. Her anger has not left her, but she is incredibly understanding and concerned about Kelly as well as the others."

Cadance, having encountered a similar experience, leaned in from the other side, sounding just as confused.

"She and I had an uncomfortable exchange before your arrival as well, but she was practically motherly to Becky while she rested. She even allowed Prince Rutherford's guard to stand watch at Becky's door. No princess even beyond the boundaries of Equestria would allow another kingdom's guard to stand watch over another guest kingdom's delegate."

A lot of thinking was going to be needed to understand this one, and Twilight was doing her best to figure out Celestia’s motives.

"She's up to something. I've never seen her act so two-faced before… I just wish I wasn't so tired."

With all the dancers so focused on their partners, Benny was taking his time to get to know Ember better.

"So… you got a thing for Cerb I take it?"

Ember blushed slightly but didn't have the means to dispute the claim. Instead, she kept a modest tone as she answered.

"Justin is everything a dragon should be, but with a pony's calm and soft approach. Strong, competitive, and would do a lot to keep my kingdom safe. But just like you, he has such a wonderful feeling by just his touch. I wanted to have him seated beside my throne just as much for my dragon’s sake as I did for myself."

The two turned and stepped away together to avoid bumping into Rutherford and moved to distance themselves to keep their conversation private.

"I let my competitive nature cloud my judgment to take on both Rarity and Fluttershy at the same time. I’ve never seen them fight before, and even one-on-one, I don't think I could have taken them."

Benny smiled innocently and kept their pace going. Her reasoning didn't sound malicious or all that selfish in the grand scheme of things. Her cause actually seemed logical in a lot of ways.

"Well, for all the multiple partners we've been taking on, as well as the new dangers, I can't say I blame you. But that doesn't mean we can't still be friends and help you out in any way we can."

A slight miscalculation ended with Ember stepping on Benny’s foot, prompting a slight jerk from Ember, but quickly found her foot placement again.

"Sorry," she bashfully apologized. "And… thank you. I'm still learning how to do this whole friendship business. It's not how we normally do things."

Not more than a few steps away, Cerb was detecting Cutter's motherly instincts might have more than an interest in just their dance.

"It's not every day someone of your rank would cut in line of their superior like you did. Is everything okay?"

Cutter mindlessly continued to follow Cerb’s lead, doing her best to keep her emotions in check.

"Don't worry about me, sweetie. Mother is a strong mare."

After the fight with Ovens, Cerb had no doubt about that, but that wasn't what he was concerned about.

"Come on now. What kind of boy you trying to raise here? Don't think that just because you outrank me that I can't help you like you looked out for me."

Cutter relaxed her posture, leaning in on Cerb a little more, feeling something she wished she could have shared with her husband.

"You boys have something special with all your mares, and I want to make sure you can safely keep it… but my husband doesn't understand or approve. I can deal with him for now… I just need a little help bringing him around to see that I want more for us as well."

Sure, Cutter was a little rough around the edges, but she was a real sweetheart underneath. Cerb couldn't see a stallion not loving this mare.

Then again, stallions did seem to be a little dense, not unlike himself.

"Us stallions can be a little slow. If you need someone to beat some sense into him, let me know."

Cutter huffed a little laugh but had nothing witty to reply with. At the very least she was clear about knowing it was all a joke.

"It'd be a gentle beating," Cerb joked again.

There was no doubt about it. Cutter was loving her new boys, but as the music stopped, Luna was already standing behind them in wait.

"Time to switch partners."

Rainbow was working with Shining to explain the consequences of Becky losing their bet to Rarity and Fluttershy.

"-they don't have to say yes. She just has to ask them."

The rules were simple enough to follow, though still baffling in how it was Becky that came up with the idea. At the very least, Fluttershy was surprised.

"Does she even need our help? I mean, just look at her."

The group turned their eyes back to the dance floor to see Rutherford trading partners with the cat king, and a block of eager stallions clearly biding their time on the sidelines for their turn.

"Becky is smart, pretty, and already popular. I wouldn't be surprised if even some of the mares wanted to try getting a dance with her to see if they could take her home."

Shining’s ears went erect, yes that happened, never considering such an outcome.

"I never thought of that. Maybe she would feels safer with a m-"

"No!" Rainbow shouted at a reasonable level. "Becky isn't like that. She said stallion, okay?"

Shining rolled his eyes, but gave up on that pursuit, not keen on getting into an argument with the second most stubborn pony he knew.

"Well, none of the stallions she danced with in Ponyville are here, and I wouldn't want her to ask one or guards out if she wasn't serious."

On that note, Rarity saw a problem with the whole setup.

"On any other day it would seem rude to simply ask a stallion out, only to turn around and ignore him or explain that there was no intention to follow through. But our humans are arguably much more desirable than the common mare or stallion. Besides being cruel to take them on a date after thinking they had a chance, a lesser pony could become hostile if taken as an insult."

A short discussion of potential fallout and perspective bachelors ended with the music changing, as well as dance partners. Just to make sure Becky was still safe, Rainbow turned to see a problem she never considered.

"Ohhhh, fuck. Not him!"

Fearing danger, Shining turned to see Soarin', still in uniform, bowing with an extended hoof towards Becky's hand.

While Shining might not have known the implications, Fluttershy and Rarity most certainly did.

Another song quickly picked up with Soarin' joining Becky in the sway of the music, though he struggled to keep the hoof placement needed to prevent himself from stepping on her toes.

"You look particularly fashionable tonight," he nervously complimented, nearly tripping as he stepped on his tail. "Ert- Ah, and… your a very good deen-"

Nearly tripping again, Soarin' was thankfully caught in Cerb’s massive arm, returned upright, along with a slight jab to his ego.

"Easy there Twinkle-Hooves. Maybe you should let the lady lead for a bit?"

Cadance, having wormed her way in after Luna’s dance with Cerb, wasn’t about to let this become another distraction. Each song only lasted for so long, so she discreetly pulled Cerb back into motion, giving some helpful advice as they waltzed away.

"It's not like traditional pony dancing. Becky, please take it slow with him."

As the Princess of Love and-holy shit was Cerb scary when he so easily could toss a pony around, danced away, Soarin' could feel his confidence and cool fade.

"Sorry. I'm a lot more graceful in the skies than on a marble floor."

That was cute, and it was clear that this flyboy was trying hard to impress, but alcohol was still a factor for Becky's condition.

"Don't be so down on yourself. It takes a while to get your balance down, and I might be a little drunk already, so my movements are a bit funky. And you look good in uniform."

A bit of humor seemed to do the trick to lighten the mood, and Soarin' was back with it. At least he could be in a genuinely friendly manner.

"Your alcoholic drinks are like a party on the Dizatron put in a bottle. They’re fun to share but leave your head spinning. Do you think you would be able to bring some to the Crystal Empire?"

While those two made small talk, Octavia and Vinyl joined Twilight at their exclusive table.

There were so many perks that came with friends that were royalty.

"Twilight, my dear. You haven't shared a single dance with Peter this entire evening," Octavia commented as she took her seat. "Are you still worn out from raising the moon?"

Still just as crude as ever, Vinyl took her seat next to Octavia, a sly smirk already curling up.

"You didn't sneak off when no pony was looking and-"

"No," Twilight grunted in a stern tone, though a grin of wishful thinking betrayed her. "I don't want anypony here to know that Peter and I are together like that just yet. For his safety."

She tried to return to a more neutral expression, but that same grin returned, morphing into a hopeful smile.

"Plus it's just going to be Swifty and me with Peter tonight. So I'm also trying to rest up for him."

Vinyl snickered and leaned back in her seat to lay a hoof over Octavia’s shoulder.

"Yeah, I hear ya, Pretty Pretty Princess. Tavi here has a thing for dancing, getting her all ready for some of that hot lovings only a human cock-."

With two grey hooves covering Vinyl’s mouth, Octavia quickly spoke to give a more subtle explanation.

"Being so close to Benny is a bit more stimulating than I can handle at the moment, but it would be rude to leave so suddenly. We figured we would give him some space to socialize while with the rest of his friends and others to watch over him."

With that put more delicately, Vinyl freed her muzzle with the understanding to tone it down.

"Benny has been chill all night, and I spent most of my time trying not to pull him off into a broom closet or something. Do you think we'll be the first royal guests to bang it out in this castle? Also, wouldn't Peter be safer if everypony knew that you'd kick their ass if they messed with him?"

While more than a few mares might have been able to push their way past the trio of florists, there wasn’t a soul among them brave enough to stop Cutter from butting in line.

“Did I do the right thing by not telling her?” Cutter asked, quietly.

Sniff managed to never lose stride amid the quiet conversation and isolated dancing, though he couldn’t hide how disheartening it was to hear.

“She’s fine for now, and if he’s keeping his distance, then he won’t cause a scene here. She needs to know, but not now. Just keep her calm and let her know that I’ve worked on things like this before. I just need to know where his prejudice is coming from. But the growing a family part? I'll need a lot of your help on that.”

Cutter hummed happily in Sniff’s hold as he led her through the motions.

"Thank you, Peter. You really do know how to treat a mother right."

Something finally hit home with Sniff. Even if informally adopted, this mother loved and appreciated him. And now while in the face of marital strife, she wanted his help.

He could fix this, inspiring a new glow of warmth and empowering, loving thoughts flowing through him which made him hold her a bit tighter.

"You're a kind, loving, dedicated, beautiful, and desirable, vibrant young woman. You're important to all of us in ways far more than you know. Don't ever forget that, no matter what he thinks or says."

The song had ended, and like a true gentleman, Sniff bowed, prompting another adoptive son to step in between the two.

"Might I have this next dance, mother, dear?" Benny asked in a humorously, over-sophisticated manner. "I was saving a dance for Pinkie, but she walked off a while ago."

Ovens promptly slid into action, taking Sniff’s hand into her fetlock, all but sealing the deal for them.

"Of course she will. And Peter, this will be my last dance. Then Lyra would like one before we head out back to Ponyville. Although we might come back out with Top Shelf after tomorrow night."

Having loaned out her dance partner enough, Starlight was a bit short, but cordial, about reclaiming her man. Thankfully, no catfights broke out over it, but Starlight was over the social experiment of letting so many others feeling Chris's hands.

"So, while she wasn't a yellow fox, did you enjoy your dance with the queen?" She asked with a coy grin.

Chris returned with a smile that all but told her to go fuck herself but was still cute about it.

"Don't be getting jealous. She's kinda cute, much like any cat, but I'm more of a pony guy, if you haven't noticed."

They continued their leisurely sway with Starlight leaning into him as the soft music carried them along.

"I noticed that right away." She took a deep breath, inhaling his scent and drinking in the moment. "I'm still sorry that we had such a rough start of things… but I can't thank you enough for your patience and acceptance of me. I can’t believe how nice this is, just the two of us."

Chris let his hands venture down her back and held her a little closer.

"How about we call it a night after this dance. I'm probably going to have some work to do tomorrow, but an early start to our day means a lot more time for just the two of us."

Starlight's ears snapped, and being so close to Chris, it slapped audibly against his chest.

Collectively, Cerb, Benny, and Chris, along with their plus-ones, had shared their last dance and finished their last drinks. They made their way to the staircase, where Twilight wearily cut the group off with Celestia at her side.

“Everyone, before retiring for the night, Celestia would like to thank you for your attendance.”

Celestia bowed her head, her calm and polished tone, just as regal as ever.

"I wanted to thank you all again for gracing this delegation with your company. You’ve all made this a much more lively event than what is normally expected.”

Cerb instinctively flexed his arm slightly, a little sore from the arm wrestling match earlier.

“We tried to keep it tame.”

Benny smirked shamefully but had to own up to his part, having allowed Pinkie to act up so much.

“Sorry about King Abyssinia getting upset over the yarn. Also, if he gets mad about me making his wife purr, totally not my fault.”

Chris snickered, drawing a knowing smile from Starlight, but couldn’t keep it in.

“That’s my bad. I wasn’t paying attention and started petting her on accident during our first dance. By the way, if the King does get mad about the purring, let him know his wife owes me a new jacket. Either way, not sure why she keeps her claws so sharp.”

Rarity’s nostrils flared, finally noticing the frayed sections of Chris’s top had suffered from the Queen's kneading claws. Just as quickly, Cerb’s hand caught her by the chin, redirecting her eyes to his.

"Let it go, hun. We all know it will be an easy fix for you. And what would you rather be doing tonight? Picking cat hair out of your mane or working oil over me?"

Celestia cooked an eye, easily catching Fluttershy’s attention, instantly demanding she respond.

"The oil is for Justin’s leg," Fluttershy explained. "He overworked himself in the Everfree Forest."

As if to make a point, Cerb sat down on his little magic carpet. This time, Twilight gave her take on the situation.

"We still can't affect any humans with magic directly, but if Rarity focuses enough, she can still use her telekinesis on objects touching him."

If that was the case, this was the perfect opportunity for Celestia to see for herself a humans' magic resistance as well as fix her previous image.

"Please, allow me."

Rarity wanted so badly to protest, but how could she? All she could do was watch in restrained shock and embarrassed horror as the cloth material was engulfed in Celestia’s aura.

Effortlessly, the four corners all lifted together… folding around Cerb like a present that someone didn't have enough wrapping paper for.

"You are quite the heavy one, Mr. Cerberus," Celestia strained to say as she struggled to lift him.

And lift him, she did not, much to the further embarrassment of Rarity.

"Um, Princess? I hope you don't mind, but I think I have this well taken care of."

Left utterly blank at not being able to move the cloth, Celestia released her magic hold, which was immediately lit up in Rarity’s glow. Then, with little more effort than lifting a bolder, which is saying a lot, Rarity raised Cerb from the floor.

"I appreciate the kind offer, but there's a bit of a trick to it. Fluttershy, if you would, please."

Hoping to avoid a verbal explanation, Fluttershy placed her hooves on Cerb's back and flapped her wings to carry them off up the stairs.

"We had a wonderful time tonight, Princess. Thank you for having us."

The rest of the group gave their thanks in passing as they took to the stairs. Bringing up the rear, was Lyra with Ovens and Cutter, having a message for Twilight.

"Princess Twilight," Lyra respectfully announced. "Peter wanted me to let you know that he will be staying up as long as Becky and Kelly will be out. He said that you should lay down and rest because he'd be fine."

It might have been an act of trust, or an opportunity for Twilight to show some disconnect or lack of dependence for her human, but she needed it. Anything to take Celestia off her hooves was all she wanted… aside from having Sniff with her. All she could do was smile and nod.

"With Swift Sails with him, I know he's in good hooves. I hope you both have a safe trip home and can enjoy the rest of your night."

Ovens leaned a little closer into Lyra, knowing exactly how she thought the rest of the night would turn out.

"Oh, I'm sure we'll be just fine tonight."

Rainbow had been impatiently waiting to see or hear about how the dance between Becky and Soarin' had ended. They seemed to be having a good time, but now Rainbow started to illogically wonder why she never bothered to learn how to read lips? Maybe then she would know what they were saying.

Smiles. Nods… Maybe a joke or some observation one of them pointed out and were now laughing at?

She held her watch over them as Soarin' raised her hand and kissed it.

That was it. Another friend, another lover she was too late to realize. A second time of- Where was he going?

Why was Becky pulling Midnight onto the dance floor?

Did she misread the situation entirely?

Rainbow's line of questions would have continued had it not been for Sniff getting the drop on her.

"Isn't she just adorable out there?"

Rainbow jumped slightly, getting caught spying on her friend as well as getting spooked. Thankfully, before she could mutter any kind of piss-poor excuse, Sniff led the conversation somewhere easy for both of them to navigate.

"Becks and Kelly usually stick pretty close together when we hit the clubs, so this isn't much different. Minus the bet you got Becky to go in on. Even if she is gonna pretty much cheat."

Rainbow's ears perked up and her wings cooked to a ready position.

"Cheat? Wait? She told you?"

Sniff, having learned of the bet and a few concerns Becky had between dances, kneeled down closer to Rainbow with a drink for her to share.

"Becky doesn't want to lead any guy on, and she really doesn't want one following her like a lost puppy. Cadance brought it up during my dance with her about what's all going on, and she has the right idea for someone finally curious about getting back into the dating game. You'll see."

Midnight moved along with the music, a little tense at times as he tried to keep his balance, but was better than the others' first attempts.

"I have watched very closely after you, Lady Landon. I also observed the hoof movements of your dance partners. It is only the not falling over portion that is challenging."

Even after all the rest Becky had, as well as the alcohol, she was reaching her limit. However, her limit was going to have to wait.

"I still think you have the coolest eyes. That's all I'm paying attention to right now. I'm sorry."

Through her slightly drunken smile, Midnight's observational skills kept him aware of the odd stairs they were getting. Or, more precisely, the odd looks he was getting.

He'd experienced it all before. Long looks to examine what he was. High-toned shrieks that were particularly painful to a creature like him weren't uncommon. There were more than a few cases of him and his brethren being accused or reported as a hostile enemy that had invaded the castle because of their appearance.

Becky, however, never looked at him like that, and had even requested he join her.

Why was he thinking so deeply about all this?

"You are too kind to me, Lady Landon… but… thank you for sharing this dance with me."

Becky smirked, barely holding back some childish snickers.

"You deserve a lot more than just that bottle of rum Lumberman gave you… We should hang out more. More than just another card game, that's for sure."

The compliment did not escape Midnight's comprehension. Becky was more than a "sometimes needy" ward, and much like Lumberman, was treating him as something more than a guardian.

"For whatever pleases you, I will be available. You have my word."

Just shy of the song ending, Becky's pace slowed to such a more noticeable degree that even half in the bag, she couldn't hide her discomfort.

"Could you help me to my seat? I think I'm about to drop."

It seemed that the magical night of fantastic feats, memorable first impressions, and dancing had played itself out rather well. But still, Rainbow had to know what happened between Becky and Soarin. Now, being how her human friend was being walked back to their table, Rainbow had a reason to check in with her.

Rainbow started to make her way over to Becky but came to a sudden halt at noticing her ward stop at Cadance's side and then started walking off with her instead.

"Awe, shit. This can't be good."

Like a good guardian, Rainbow walked behind out of sight. She had missed the body language of the first part of the conversation, but if it started off calm, Becky was on edge now. Even Cadance was doing her best to calm Becky… which… she did?

The cause for alarm had lasted for only a second or two, and Becky was laughing at what had to be some well-delivered joke or gross misunderstanding. Whatever it was, Becky hugged the Princess of Love over it and then started back to their table, which Rainbow would easily beat them to.

… Any second now. Becky was due to come around that corner.

… Any moment now.

"Goddamnit."

Becky wasn't coming around that corner, and Rainbow still needed to know what was going on.

Getting up and rounding the corner, Rainbow literally bumped into Becky.

"Oof," Becky grunted, not really in pain. "There you are. Come on. Help me upstairs."

A black wing swooped in too fast, taking Becky's wrist firmly between the leathery skin and opposable claw. Just as fast as the shock of being grabbed took hold, the realization that she had been falling forward finally dawned on her. That sudden grab had stopped her from tipping over.

"Lady Landon," Midnight's voice spoke up loud and stern. "You have been nearly stumbling since the end of our dance. Please, let us both help you to bed if you are truly done for the night."

Becky quickly accepted his help, placing herself between him and Rainbow just as Soarin' was making his way towards them.

"Thanks, and Midnight, could you get Shining to help me upstairs?"

No sooner did Midnight leave Becky to Rainbow's care, Soarin' was opening his mouth just in time to get shut down by Becky.

"Hey, Soarin'. Can you do me a favor and help keep an eye on Sniff while I'm gone? Can't just leave the poor guy with only mares watching over him."

Without even understanding, Soarin' nearly saluted as he accepted the request and took off towards the only human stallion left and the crowd surrounding him.

"No problem. Thanks again for the dance. Have a good night, and give me a holler if you need anything."

Again, Rainbow was still taking everything in and ready to start hounding Becky for information, when Celestia spoke up and surprised them both into silence.

"Becky? I noticed Midnight Flash had managed to catch you in time. Do you require further assistance?"

Now more visibly inebriated, Becky smiled and leaned more into Rainbow.

"I'm fine. Legs are tired and now the drinks are catching up, but thank you so much for inviting us. This was a lot of fun."

Trotting back up to Becky's side, Midnight returned with Shining and Cadance. Not far behind was Rutherford and his two guards. It seemed like even a few more nobles and the like were taking notice of Becky's appearance of departing and were looking for a clear path for them to approach.

Just how popular had she become in such a short time?

"Maybe we can do breakfast again tomorrow?" Celestia asked quickly.

Sensing Becky's impatience to leave the oncoming crowd, Celestia bowed and motioned for her guards to come closer.

"It was a pleasure to host you tonight, and breakfast will be served at seven. I will send for you early to ensure you have time to prepare yourself, if that is acceptable."

Just shy of Becky's legs giving out one last time, Sniff popped in from behind, wrapping Becky up in one arm at her side to hold her up.

"Oh, my. Look at you, Party Girl," he slyly jested, knowing how spent she truly was.

In fact, she wasn't just spent, she was practically running on ethanol fumes. A bit sooner than normal, but he could see the signs.

"It’s not even last-call and here you are trying to have some strapping young lad come to catch you as you fall." He slowly turned her towards Shining and Rutherford with his guards. "Well, I know that's all just the alcohol taking you down, so I'll let these fine folks see you to your room while I patch up all the broken hearts you're leaving behind."

Becky blushed slightly, but let her impromptu entourage, complete with Cadance now, help her on to Shining’s back. Too many shots between meeting new ponies and dances had stacked up against her, and she could really feel it now. It was bad enough she didn't even protest being carried again.

"Ugh, I'm such a mess. Em surry."

Posing as the gentleman that he was, Sniff held Becky's hand in his, then raised it to gently kiss across her knuckles.

"You're a bit of a clutzs like this, but yer fine. Just let them help you to bed."

He did a quick turn to the small group that had shown up to help, quickly figuring out who to have help with what.

"Rainbow, make sure she doesn't lose her grip going up the stairs. Midnight, could you make sure she has some bread and water brought up to her room? Shining, slow, and easy up the stairs, okay? And Prince Rutherford, she's not heavy, but she’ll be as limp as a noddle if she slips off, so please make sure she doesn't fall off Rainbow can't hold her."

Rutherford grunted his acknowledgment then motioned to his guard on his right.

“Kühn stay with Becky like before. He keep watch. Becky not need crowd.”

Not to appear uncaring, Celestia turned to her guards, a pleased look about her, though her concern was just as visible.

"Please clear a path for them and then ensure the kitchen staff prepares a cart for Becky's room."

Sniff took a small step closer and leaned in towards Celestia.

"And send a small bucket. She's probably going to empty her stomach tonight. Otherwise, perhaps you'd like to distract your guests with a dance?"

Trusting that Sniff would be a good boy on his own, Becky silently let her caretakers cart her off.

In the meantime, the music stopped as Sniff led Celestia back to the dance area. Swifty, of course, was never more than a few steps behind them but made sure not to approach.

"Something slow?" Sniff asked.

Celestia slowly bowed her head and lit up her horn, turning the sheet music for the musicians. She gave them a nod to start, then made her way closer to Sniff.

“Not too slow. I noticed you started a waltz with Queen Abyssinia. She hasn’t had as much time to learn as I have."

As the two took their positions, bowing to each other as the music began and then raising their heads to see nearly another dozen pairs had joined them.

Of course, one quick glance showed the stallions had been picked at random at best, and by force at worst. What other reason could there be for Flash, still in his armor, to look so confused while holding onto Upper Crust?

A smirk on the mare's face as she turned just enough to judge her distance to Sniff made it clear what was in store. Had it not been for Chris's warning that she was a problem to deal with, Sniff would have humored the invasion. Unfortunately, he only had time to work on her husband, Jet Set, and that only went so far as to grant some rapport… and the unicorn losing a thousand bits.

"Princess, I apologize for us not being more available to you this evening."

They all took their first few steps, spinning and opening their gates, and Celestia sighed, knowing what this new arrangement on the floor meant for them.

"It is alright-"

A sudden miss-step had Celestia nearly pulled out of the ring that had been formed, spinning her into the center of the circle that was now formed around them. She blinked twice. Once to catch her bearings, and another to see Upper Crust force a smile that was all too bitter as she swapped partners for another stallion.

"Sorry," Sniff stagewhispered as Upper Crust was taken in by the new dance partner. "I'm a little new to this dance."

"A little new?" Celestia quietly asked, clearly picking up on the joke.

Sniff turned Celestia back to face her and re-engaged their steps back into the circle.

"Just new enough to know how to stop from swapping partners."

Enough eyes were on them that Sniff knew he walked them into a trap. The next chance any mare got, he would be trading partners until the song was over and Celestia would be left without a proper dance. Even as a princess, she was going to let it happen, and he had barely started trying to fix whatever discomfort she had been hiding from him.

"You looked bored to tears until we caused a scene anyway." He gave a nod to Swifty and made a motion with his hand like he was jiggling Keyes. "I hope you don't mind if I cause a scene on the dance floor."

Celestia caught the hand gesture but was more focused on how Swifty had taken to the non-verbal order. Scurrying over to Sir Fancy Pants and then Rutherford. For such a simple gesture, that mare seemed to know what was going on.

Needless to say, Celestia was looking forward to seeing what would happen.

"You lead, I'll follow."

The music continued along with all dancers falling back in line. Unlike the more energetic dancing Sniff had shared with the ponies at other events, this waltz looked as if each partner relied on each other for balance, making the mare's aggressive steps closer to Sniff all the more clumsy in appearance. That would be easy to exploit.

Thankfully, Sniff's and Celestia’s longer legs allowed for them to easily outpace the others through the motions. Sniff intentionally leading Celestia off course hilariously threw all the others out of rhythm and made two couples topple over each other.

Careful not to be seen laughing, Celestia turned her muzzle in towards Sniff. Eons of these formal events not only had her skilled at dancing, she could even follow Sniff's most subtle of directions. One such perfectly executed wrong-step pulled her out of another mare reaching out for Sniff and right in contact with Rutherford letting Swifty go to another stallion.

"Fancy Pony now dance with yak. Very great? Yes! We dance this way."

Ignoring the surprised yelps and her wiggling hooves as he picked her up from the floor to carry her off, Celestia’s cheeks burned as she suppressed her laughs down to only a snicker or two.

By now it was apparent that the others had caught on that at least one of the two were actively trying not to swap partners. Since they were all after the same thing, the mare's motions all came in lockstep, moving in on their target.

Another bad step was blocked by another mare positioning herself behind Sniff, but this only let Fleur de Lis twirl by Sniff from Fancy Pants.

"Swifty says you owe me a dance, Peter. I'll take a rain check."

Where Celestia should have switched, Pinkie Pie sprang into Flash's hold.

"You're cute! Wanna come up to my room tonight and role-play nurse and patient?!"

The clattering of armor Flash jumped out of and let crash to the ground was a disappointing no, but Pinkie dashed away from the dance floor in pursuit.

"You didn't get to hear the fun part yet! We can take turns trying to cure each other! It's really contagious, but getting infected is the best part!"

The song was nearing its end and the rival dancers were reaching their final limits of desperation. Adding in the complete disregard for proper dance protocol and the timing that was so horribly thrown off, the three last standing mares ditched their partners as they reached out for Sniff.

Together, their reaches equally fell short as their hooves were captured under their view, sending them all to the floor. One by one, the mares examined their rear hooves, all entangled in red string, leading back to Queen Abyssinia kicking the ball of yarn away as her king dipped her along with the music

They’d all been had, never standing a chance. Those that had already secured their time with a human had worked against the rude mares that had tried to intrude on Celestia and Sniff’s time. Had Celestia not been so wildly laughing, still spinning, and repeating the same dance steps, despite the music being over, they likely would have voiced some protest.

Understandably, none would be so brave or foolish as to interrupt their Princess living up this moment in such an uncharacteristic manner.

“My heavens, Peter,” her voice sang with mirth and amusement. “You are quite the dance partner, even if you are unfamiliar.”

In the most elegant of manners, Celestia gracefully returned to all fours, bowing to her partner.

“Thank you for that. I believe I have had my fill of entertainment for the evening from this alone, and will leave you to the next.”

Sniff bowed and rose again, having done what he thought needed, he was a little surprised to see Celestia so complicit to simply let him go. At the same time, he had brought too much attention to himself and was ready to make himself scarce.

“It was my pleasure, Princess. However, it has been a long day, and I need to check in on my guardian. There may be some future business to discuss, and Queen Abyssinia would like to move forward on this sooner rather than later.”

Celestia shot up from her bow, locking eyes on the queen with a look of shock.

“Queen Abyssinia? You have business with Peter? So suddenly?”

The king and queen walked up together, the queen gently resting her paw on Sniff’s shoulder.

“Potentially. Peter tells us that he was impressed with our wardrobe this evening and claims to have found a market worth investing in for our Abyssinia’s. Our kingdom is due for some new fashion trends, and I’ve liked what I’ve heard and seen on the human females so far.”

The king extended his paw to shake Peter’s hand, looking happy at the prospects as well.

“The most interesting characters, you humans are. My apologies again for the misunderstanding earlier with your friend. Be sure to thank them if we are unable to do so ourselves before leaving.”

Not leaving any room for chance, Swifty stepped in on the other side of Sniff, proudly announcing her orders.

“If you are ready, I am to escort you to Twilight’s chambers.”

Wow, what a night. The biggest highlights being Octavia's music cover, Cerb's friendly match with Rutherford, what went down with Backed Fresh and Cutter, and lastly, Sniff dance with Celestia.

If you haven't noticed, I'm a Dave Matthews Band fan. I also really wanted to get a professional Voice Actor to provide the vocals for Octavia's cover, but the VAs I reached out to were all quick to give no reply, and have been consistent with their response of acknowledging my inquiry for well over a month.

I don't claim to know what happened since... I never got a reply. So, no hate, but no future interest in them either. It be what it be.

Cerb's arm/hoof wrestling match with Rutherford, for those who might question the validity of that turnout, let me tell ya...

Bovines have very powerful back legs, but after raising cattle myself, I can tell ya that contractor muscles of their forelegs can be easily overpowered by a teenager. I'll give the yaks a bit more credit because carton logic will have their muscle anatomy work differently, but still. The W goes to Cerb, and maybe next time they should try a tug-of-war instead.

We also can't overlook Cutter, who in a rush to get back to Ovens and the rest to seek help, should have spent more time getting things squared away with her hubby.

With him, his positions he gave are more than reasonable for being upset. Sure, the whole why isn't my daughter with a stallion, is a position that's easy to attack, but not from his position. But that's on top of him and Cutter being largely separated by work, and him separated from his daughter for years because of Cutter's choices.

He wasn't asking for much... was he?

Then we got Sniff still trying to butter up Celestia, but those mares/vultures seemed to have taken notice of Sniff being left open, and they pounced.

... pounced right into each other most of the time.

But really, this was just Sniff trying to do what he does best. Fixing things, helping others, trying to cheer up a lady in need, which actually seemed to work.

You best be careful though, Sniff.

So, what's gonna happen next? Will it be another long night? Is the party truly over? Why did we only see Yona out of all the youngsters?

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