Peter, Rainbow Dash, and Twilight were about to walk out the door, tickets stowed in saddlebags and pockets, when a grand roar met their ears. Rainbow Dash and Twilight chuckled slightly, knowing fully where the noise had come from.

"'Guess I'm just a bit hungry..."

Peter chuckled, his stomach rumbling again, even as Twilight went into the kitchen, horn already glowing. Peter and Rainbow Dash sat down at the table, eagerly awaiting their meal.

Unfortunately, the meal for that day was a bout of awkward moments.

"Uh...Twilight? I...uh...can't eat...hay."

The lavender unicorn looked at Peter, somewhat irritated. "If you don't like it, just hold your nose when you eat it."

Peter blushed, thinking hastily.

"Well, I'm sure that the food is wonderful, y'know, as far as hay goes...but, uh, I literally...can't eat hay. I can't digest it. Don't you remember what I said to you on my first day here? That the organ that digests it was excluded from the human genome?"

Twilight nodded, blushing slightly at her lapse in memory. "Right...well, what can you eat, besides meat?"

Peter thought about it, using the synthetic foods they ate as a focal point for his thoughts.

Well, they have cupcakes, which needs batter, which needs eggs...so maybe I can ask for some scrambled eggs? Wait, why am I even using cupcakes as an idea for that? Sweetie Belle cooked eggs in an episode!

His stomach rumbled again, the thought of scrambled eggs entering his mind, and staying there.

"Could I have some scrambled eggs? If it's not too much trouble, of course..."

Twilight nodded, her horn already glowing as she went into the kitchen.

"Oh, it's not a trouble at all. With magic, I can get it done in about a minute!"

Peter nodded, looking to Rainbow Dash, who was currently, rather sloppily, gulping down hay and flowers, making a mess. She looked up, swallowing, releasing a satisfied sigh as she leaned back, the emaciated meal's remains littering the plate.

Twilight walked out of the kitchen, rolling her eyes at the mess Rainbow Dash had made. She magically placed a plate of eggs in front of Peter, who immediately asked for a fork.

"Uh...okay, I guess."

A fork joined the plate, which Peter promptly picked up, and began to devour the eggs, making almost as much of a mess that they cyan Pegasus had made.

When he was done he dropped down the fork, the metal utensil clattering on the plate, and stretched, read to face the day. He ran his hand through his hair, but stopped as he met the grease inhabiting his hair once more.

"So, Twilight...where did you say the shower was again? I need one, like, really badly."

Twilight nodded, eying the mess on the plate with some disdain.

"Uh...right next to the guest room. Towels are in there too."

He nodded, going up the stairs two at a time, rushing into the shower room. He closed the door behind him and undressed. He looked down at his bare chest, raising an eyebrow at the ribs.

Well, that's normal...I'm still a skinny ass white person. Check one on my body.

He walked over to the mirror, the ceramic tiled floor chilling his feet, and blinked in shock, the small stubble he had had now transformed into a mess of hairs, making him look unruly and...different. He smiled.

Wow. My first time shaving might just be in Equestria. Who knew.

He was about to go in the shower when he remembered something. He grabbed his legs, feeling the taught muscles under the skin, hundreds of yards of freestyle and backstroke having bulked up his legs quite a bit.

Well, at least I didn't lose any muscles in my legs during my time in the hospital...

He rolled his shoulders, his Trapezius and other such muscles in his back flexing, hundreds of laps of butterfly stretching and splitting the muscle in his back over the seven years he had been swimming.

Finally, he took a deep breath, and angled his abdomen so as to stretch his rectus abdominis, the muscles taught from butterfly and breaststroke. He almost jumped with joy when he managed to form a six pack, but then remembered that there was no meat between his skin and the muscle. He was literally the skinniest person he knew.

He chuckled at the irony as he flexed, the muscles rippling in his back and on his abdomen. I abhor anything with physical exertion...and yet I have the muscles for running about five miles? Yeah, fuck that shit. Not running unless someone chases after me with a gun. Which, thankfully, I don't have to do here!

He placed his clothes on the convenient towel rack next to the shower, covering them with the towel he would use to dry himself.

Peter opened the bathroom door, pants on, soaking wet undershirt held in his towel.

"Twilight, do you know a spell to dry out my shirt?"

He stood on the landing of the stairs, feeling somewhat vulnerable as Twilight and Rainbow Dash looked up at his bare chest.

"Uh...sure."

Twilight walked up the stairs to him, her eyes glued to his midsection.

"Uh...Peter? Are you sure you're...okay?"

He nodded, confused as the lavender unicorn tilted her head.

"Then why can I see your ribs?"

Peter smiled. "Well, according to my friends at Robotics, I'm what known as a, 'skinny ass cracker'."

Rainbow Dash laughed slightly, now standing next to Twilight.

"'Skinny ass cracker'? You guys are so weird..."

Peter nodded, his wet hair, spiking as he did so, the wet shirt leaving the towel as Twilight picked it up with magic, using a spell to transfer heat from the surroundings into the shirt. Peter gratefully donned the now-dry shirt, shielding his body from the cold of the morning.

He scratched the stubble on his cheekbone, and was about to ask if he could shave, when he found that it wasn't really that unruly...

He looked down at Twilight, mind cleared now that he had taken a shower, the veins in his arms clearly standing out, giving him the illusion of strength.

"Well, let's go. I wanna get something first, I'll be right with you guys."

He walked into Twilight's guest room, striding right over to the burlap sack, taking out his iPod, plugging in the Bose headphones. He put them around his neck, ready to take a stroll.

They were about to walk out the door, smiling as the tickets rested in saddlebags and pockets, when he realized he wasn't wearing any shoes. He quickly ran up to the guest room, leaving Rainbow Dash and Twilight befuddled, grabbing his socks and sneakers, having slight trouble with the sneaker as the forced his flat feet past the arch support. He went over to the night table, searching for his glasses.

What the...where are they?

He was about to panic when he remembered that he had no glasses. He chuckled lightly, squinting as he looked out the window.

Yeah, I'm getting some glasses today right after I'm done at Sugarcube Corner...

He walked downstairs, jumping down the last five wooden steps, his sneakers blunting the fall. He walked up to the door where Twilight and Rainbow Dash waited, and pulled on his headphones, putting on noise reduction. He shook is iPod, putting on shuffle, and proceeded out the door, headed towards Sugarcube Corner.

Don't sing. Do. Not. Sing. And more importantly, since you won't notice anypony walking by, don't dance. Do. Not. Dance.

He walked along, bopping his head to the song 'New Divide', by Linkin Park, the dark, angst-filled music playing in extreme contrast to the happy, bright world surrounding him.