“Truth, I guess.”

“Do you like me?” Twilight asks.

“Sure,” you reply.

“No, I mean do you like me?” Twilight presses.

“Oh.” You feel your face heat up as you bite the inside of your cheek and contemplate how you want to answer her question. “I think that...you have some qualities that, really…”

Twilight’s smirk grows more confident as you continue to fumble along in your response.

“...Yeah.” You look down at the booth between your hind legs in shame as you relent and simply tell the truth without embellishment. “I do.”

Your ears perk up as Twilight’s flank comes into contact with yours; she has slid herself around the table to sit right next to you, leaning into you slightly.

You look up and over at her, to see her smiling up warmly at you. “Well, since I already asked my question, the rules state I can’t ask another before your turn comes again. But, rest assured that I’ll be asking you what you like about me.”

Some stress is lifted off of you as she speaks. Obviously, Twilight isn’t mad. It almost looks like she’s...happy?

“I’ll take truth,” she says confidently.

You know what you have to ask.

Steeling your nerves, you exhale strongly, shivering as you do so. “Do you like me?” you ask the Princess of Friendship.

Immediately, you feel her wing unravel and slide behind your back and the booth. The individual feathers are soft and silky, and leave teasing, tingly trails across your coat. Then, Twilight contracts her wing, pressing your side against hers with a surprisingly firm force and leaving her fluffy wingtips pressed against your belly.

“Well…” she begins, grabbing one of your hooves to hold it against her barrel. A teasing grin and a cocked eyebrow take over her face before she continues. “I think you have some qualities that really…”

A quivering smile spreads across your face.

“...Yeah, I do,” she finishes, reaching out to boop your muzzle with a free hoof. “Truth or dare?”

“Dare,” you respond, knowing that if she asked you why you liked her, you’d embarrass yourself with how long and vulnerable your list would be.

She leans up to place her muzzle against you ear, and whispers her dare into it. “Ask me out to dinner tonight.”

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