Hey! Just to clear up any confusion, I'm making this a play-styled story until after the train ride. There will be certain parts with a play format later in the story, but I'm just giving you a heads-up.

Rainbow Dash chuckled slightly as she looked up at the hammock, Peter snoring lightly from within.

R.D.: "I like how his idea of the 'best vacation ever' is sleeping for an hour."

T.S.: "I'm surprised you're not sleeping, too. You're always napping!"

R.D.: "I don't want to sleep, and besides, even if I wanted to, I couldn't. That 'Desert Eagle' thing is still keeping me awake."

F.S.: "About that 'Desert Eagle', I meant to ask you: what did it sound like?"

T.S.: "I caught a glimpse at his...iPod. What he had on it looked nothing like an eagle."

R.D.: "And it sure as hay didn't sound like a Desert Eagle."

A.J.: "What did it sound like, sugarcube?"

R.D.: "Like a big...explosion."

P.P.: "Oh, like fireworks?"

Rarity: "Hmm...fireworks...I could use that..."

R.D.: "No...like...I don't even know how to describe it. I remember a kind of...scratchy, metal sound, and then...just that bang. It sounded like...I was inside a giant, metal drum..."

F.S.: "That doesn't sound like it was an eagle..."

T.S.: "Hmm...I'll look around in my books for something on it. Rainbow Dash, when Peter wakes up, would you mind asking him about it?"

R.D.: "No, ma'am!"

A.J.: "Well, sugarcube, yer awful eager to talk to him."

R.D.: "Well, Applejack, I'm curious! I want to know what that thing was!"

T.S.: "Spike! Wake up!"

Spike: "Huh? What?"

P.P.: "So am I! Seeing as how it scared you so much, I can't wait to see how other ponies would react to the prank!"

R.D.: "It did not scare me! It just...startled me, that's all."

T.S.: "Spike, I need your help finding an encyclopedia about different sounds...I think it's in my luggage somewhere."

Spike: "How am I going to find it? You expanded your luggage, remember? It'll take me ages to find it!"

A.J.: "Sure, sugarcube. It just 'startled' yah."

R.D.: "It did! I wasn't scared! I was startled! That's what a prank does!"

P.P.: "True, true. Pranks are associated with the response of being startled, as when you're startled, you're taken by surprise, but you're not scared by the prank."

R.D.: "Uh...yeah, what Pinkie Pie said."

T.S.: "And that's why you're going to go in my luggage."

Spike: "What?"

T.S.: "You heard me. You're going to go in my luggage."

Rarity: "Hmm...maybe if I did this...oh, my, not that..."

A.J.: "Fine, you were startled, not scared. But, anyway, back to what Ah said before: You seem awfully eager to talk with him."

R.D.: "Applejack, I already told you that I'm curious! I want to know what a Desert Eagle is."

A.J.: "Ah mean in general. Ah could tell that you wanted to talk to 'im before, when he said that he was goin' to sleep."

R.D.: "And?"

A.J.: "If Ah didn't know any better, Ah'd say that you have a crush on 'im, Rainbow Dash."

R.D.: "Do not!"

Spike: "Ugh...fine, Twilight. Just five more minutes, 'k..."

T.S.: "Nope."

Spike: "Whoah!"

T.S.: "You're going in now, Spike. I need to find out what sounds like a loud metal drum."

Spike: "Hey, put me down! It feels weird when you use magic on me!"

T.S.: "Go on, get in there!"

Spike: "...Fine."

T.S.: "Good."

A.J.: "Sure you don't, sugarcube."

R.D.: "I don't!"

P.P.: "Dashie, if you have a crush on Peter, you can tell us. We both Pinkie Promise that we won't tell anypony, any dragon, or any human, ever!"

A.J.: "Pinkie Promise. Ah won't tell anypony, any dragon, any human, or anything else."

R.D.: "I don't!"

P.P.: "Dashie, you can trust us. We've both made Pinkie Promises, and you know better than anypony else that Applejack and I would never break a Pinkie Promise!"

T.S.: "Find anything yet, Spike?"

Spike: "I can't see a thing! How do you expect me to find a book?"

T.S.: "Oh...sorry. Let me get that for you..."

Spike: "Thanks, Twilight...whoa. This thing is...huge."

T.S.: "Well, do you see anything?"

Spike: "Hmm...'Encyclopedia of Colors', 'Encyclopedia of Scents'...Aha! 'Encyclopedia of Sounds!'"

R.D.: "I don't! I don't have a crush on him!"

P.P.: "Pinkie Promise to tell the truth!"

R.D.: "Cross my heart, and hope to shove a cupcake in my eye."

A.J.: "Well?"

R.D.: "I don't have a crush on Peter."

P.P.: "Hmm...well, you didn't break the promise! I can tell that she's telling the truth! My Pinkie Senses go crazy whenever somepony breaks a Pinkie Promise!"

T.S.: "Good job, Spike! Thank you! Fluttershy, I found the book!"

Rarity: "Hmm...well, since his body is almost exactly like Spikes', I'm guessing that he would need something like that..."

A.J.: "Alright, then, Ah guess yer tellin' the truth, RD."

P.P.: "That's what I said!"

R.D.: "I'm glad that we could come to an agreement."

A.J.: "Just...tell me one thing, Rainbow...what, exactly, did you two talk about in the hospital?"

R.D.: "..."

A.J.: "You okay, sugarcube?"

R.D.: "I...I...I..."

P.P.: "Dashie, you can tell us!"

R.D.: "I...I don't wanna talk about it..."

A.J.: "Fine. Ah won't press it."

F.S.: "Oh! Well, Rainbow Dash described it as a giant metal drum, right?"

T.S.: "And a scratchy metal noise..."

Spike: "I'll be sleeping if you need me..."

T.S.: "Why is it that all boys want to sleep on vacation?"

Spike: "Because it's the point of going on vacation!"

T.S.: "Ugh..."

F.S.: "Uh, Twilight? I don't think Peter's sleeping anymore..."

T.S.: "Oh? Hold on...what is he doing?"

F.S.: "I...I don't know..."

A.J.: "Hey, Rainbow Dash, Peter's waking up. You have a question to ask him, remem-What in the hay is that boy doin'?"

R.D.: "Uh...I...I don't know."

P.P.: "I think he's...dancing...only lying down."

R.D.: "Yeah...but what's he dancing to?"

Peter lay on the hammock, hands behind his head, thrusting his crotch up and down, his noise reduction headphones and feeling of bliss making him forget that there were ponies in the room.

If you just had sex in the last thirty minutes, then you're qualified to sing with me...

Peter sat upright, holding his iPod in one hand, fist bumping with the other and making...obscene gestures as he sang, completely oblivious to the ponies surrounding him, his chain bouncing around as he thrust his crotch up and down.

"I just had se-e-e-ex! And it felt so good, felt so good...I wonder what let me put my penis, inside of her...I just had se-e-e-ex, and I'll never go back..."

Peter smiled, not singing the last lyrics, opening his eyes to unlock his iPod and raise the volume.

And then, the tip of a rainbow tail entered his field of view. His eyes opened wide, and he simply stared ahead, the rainbow tail bobbing in and out of his vision, almost giving him a mini heart attack.

Oh, shit...

He slowly looked up, ears turning red as he met Rainbow Dash's shocked and incredulous stare. Peter looked around the room, mortified as he realized that everypony was staring at him, and that he had just air humped in front of all of them.

The silence carried on for about a minute, Peter simply burying his face in his hands as everypony stared on, mouths agape. He finally broke the silence.

"Uh...good morning..."

Wow. Smooth. Smoooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooth.

"Good morning, Peter. I can see you're enjoying yourself."

He looked down to Twilight, blushing madly.

"Uh...heh...sorry..."

"Peter...what...the...buck..."

He looked up to Rainbow Dash, blushing even deeper.

"It's...it's a song by the Lonely Island..."

Yeah. Teach them more about the song that has now scarred a baby dragon for life. Smooth as a fucking mountain.

Nopony spoke at all. The silence was deafening.

"Sorry...I kind of forgot that I was in a room full of ponies...I thought I was back on Earth..."

He blushed even deeper, wanting to do nothing more than roll over and disappear.

Fuck. My. Life.

"Peter, is that the art of your culture? A song about having sex?"

"Well, the Lonely Island is a comedic group of musicians who make fake music...it's not real music, but it's kind of like...a joke. You need to see the music video to actually appreciate the comedy..."

Just then, the intercom buzzed to life, saving Peter from further questioning.

Intercom: "We are now coming up to the first pit stop in a half an hour. You will find a menu in the blue folder on the night table. And nopony in Equestria will ever kill another animal willingly, we were able to make certain adaptations for our human guest. Celestia has supplied us with a list of meals she found in your mind, Mr. Roose, and we are pleased to announce that they are edible by both human and pony."

R.D.: "Well, I think we'd better decide what we want. I'm starving."

Peter: "So am I."

T.S.: "Peter! Be careful!"

Peter: "...Ow."

A.J.: "Peter, y'all okay? You just fell 'bout six feet!"

Peter: "Yeah, I'm fine."

F.S.: "Are you sure? Your ankle bent in a really weird way..."

Peter: "Trust me, I'm fine. I can block out pain."

R.D.: "Well, in that case, let's look at the menu!"

P.P.: "I second that!"

Rarity: "I'll be right over, everypony..."

A.J.: "Peter, are you sure you're okay?"

Peter: "Trust me, I'm stronger than I look. Kind of."

T.S.: "I sure hope so. You fell far enough to break a pony's hoof."

Peter: "Well, good thing I'm not a pony. And besides, I do parkour, sometimes. I'm used to falling five feet and getting right back up."

R.D.: "You serious?"

Peter: "Yeah. I remember that one time I jumped down about six feet, and I was fine when I hit the ground. My lumbar vertebrae blunts most of the shock."

T.S.: "Lumbar vertebrae?"

Peter: "It's only in animals that walk on two legs, such as certain jungle mammals and humans. It's at the bottom of my spine, and holds up the rest of it. Having an erect spine can be a pain, though, quite literally. For example, I have very mild scoliosis, which means that there's a five degree angle in my back, due to bad posture."

R.D.: "Hey, are you going to pick out food or not? I want to try out some of your food, but I don't want to try anything you don't like."

Peter: "Why's that?"

R.D.: "You know your food best."

Peter: "True. Well, let me see here..."

Spike: "Oh, I hope they serve gemstones..."

Rarity: "Oh, my, so do I. It would be a shame if you didn't enjoy yourself on this vacation, Spike."

Spike: "Heh...yeah, it would, wouldn't it..."

Peter: "Well, for breakfast, I want some scrambled eggs, and for lunch, I'm definitely getting pizza...and then, for dinner, I'll get the...ravioli."

R.D.: "Well, for breakfast I'll get some eggs, for lunch I'm getting a hay sandwich, and for dinner, I'll get the ravioli too."

Peter: "Is there anywhere we can write this down? So that we can just hand the list to the chef...or whoever's going to take our order?"

T.S.: "Here's some paper, right in the folder, and a quill as well."

Peter: "Alright, let me just jot this down...Applejack, what do you want?"

A.J.: "Put down that Ah want an omelet for breakfast, a hay sandwich for lunch, and...aw, hay, might as well try some ravioli for dinner."

Peter: "'K...Pinkie Pie?"

P.P.: "Eggs for breakfast, Pizza for lunch, and ice cream for dinner!"

T.S.: "Ugh, Pinkie! You can't have ice cream for dinner!"

P.P.: "Yes, I can!"

Peter: "No, you can't. It's not on the menu. That's a hell of a good idea, though..."

P.P.: "Well, I guess...hay sandwich for lunch, pizza for dinner."

Peter: "Alright...Fluttershy?"

F.S.: "Hay for breakfast, daisy salad for lunch, and I think that I kind of want to try ravioli for dinner..."

Peter: "Alright...Spike?"

Spike: "Are there gems on the menu?"

Peter: "Hold on...hmm...Oh! Snap! There are rubies, sapphires, emeralds, and lapis lazuli!"

Spike: "Rubies for breakfast, sapphires for lunch, and...emeralds for dinner."

Peter: "Alright...Rarity?"

Rarity: "Hay for breakfast, a salad for lunch, and...I must admit, that ravioli sounds extravagantly elegant."

Peter: "If they serve it like Giovanni's' did, then yes."

Rarity: "Giovanni's?"

Peter: "It's a restaurant I used to go to. Now, what do you want, Twilight?"

T.S.: "Daisies and hay for breakfast, a daisy salad for lunch, and ravioli for dinner. I'm always up for trying new things."

Peter: "Alright...well, that was easy."

R.D.: "I can't wait to finally eat something..."

Peter: "Ditto."

P.P.: "I can't wait to see what their pizza is like!"

T.S.: "Peter, what is ravioli, exactly?"

Peter: "You'll see. I don't want to spoil the surprise."

P.P.: "Oh, I love surprises!"

A.J.: "Ah'm just happy to finally eat somethin'."

Peter: "Hey, everypony? About my...singing just now...sorry about that..."

F.S.: "It's okay...we forgive you...isn't that right, everypony?"

R.D.: "Yeah! We forgive you, Peter! You're our friend!"

T.S.: "Uh, yeah, what Rainbow Dash said."

P.P.: "Ditto!"

Rarity: "Er...yes, what Rainbow Dash said, exactly."

A.J.: "Yep, exactly what Rainbow Dash said."

Spike: "Uhm, yeah. Just...never sing that again, okay?"

Peter: "Thanks, everypony...and Spike, what would you rather have me sing?"

Spike: "Anything but that."

Peter: "You have yourself a deal."

Spike: "Good. Now, I'm going back to sleep."

T.S.: "What!? You...you just woke up!"

Spike: "Exactly! Call me when we get our food."

R.D.: "So, Peter, is there something you wanna talk about?"

P.P.: "Hey, Rarity, watcha doin'?"

Rarity: "I'm designing some swim trunks for Peter! But keep your voice down, I don't want him to know!"

P.P.: "Why? He can just take off his clothes, can't he?"

Rarity: "Well, yes, but if his body is anything like Spike's, underneath the clothes is just a pale dome. And since he has no tail, it probably looks very odd...you know, a flat white dome."

P.P.: "Domes aren't flat, and so what? Peter can just put his...thing away."

Rarity: "Yes, Pinkie, he can, but just imagine what he would look like without clothes. Doesn't that small dome look...odd, without a tail?"

P.P.: "Hmm...I guess you're right. Well, I can't wait to see what you come up with!"

Rarity: "I'm almost done...when I give you the signal, get Peter in here."

P.P.: "Will do!"

Peter: "Uh, yeah...just, come over here with me for a 'sec."

R.D.: "Uh, okay..."

A.J.: "Where y'all goin'?"

Peter: "We just need to talk about something, 'k?"

A.J.: "Um...okay."

R.D.: "Why did we come away from everypony else?"

Peter: "I wanted to ask you if you had any dreams last night."

R.D.: "No, I didn't...thanks, Peter. Y'know, for always thinking about me...and for always being there for me..."

Peter: "That's what friends are for, Rainbow Dash."

R.D.: "Y-Yeah...friends..."

Peter: "You okay?"

R.D.: "Yeah, I guess I'm just a bit...shaky. Y'know, after a month of having the dreams...it's just a bit...weird."

Peter: "I understand. Now, then, for something completely different...on the day that I...saved Rarity...what'd you want to talk about?"

R.D.: "You just won't give up ,will you?"

Peter: "Not until you tell me."

R.D.: "Fine. I wanted to ask you-"

They both stopped as Pinkie Pie apparently teleported between the two of them, staring Peter right in the face.

P.P.: "Peter! Come quick! Rarity needs your help!"

Peter: "Uh, sorry, Rainbow Dash, I'll be right back, okay?"

R.D.: "Okay..."

Peter: "D'you promise that you'll tell me later?"

R.D.: "Pinkie Promise."

P.P.: "Come on, come on!"

A.J.: "What is it, sugarcube?"

F.S.: "Is Rarity okay?"

T.S.: "What's going on?"

P.P.: "Rarity's fine. She just needs a bit of help!"

Peter: "Uh, Rarity is everything...oh."

Rarity: "Well? Do you like it?"

Peter: "Y...yeah! But...how did you know that I need swim trunks?"

Rarity: "Well, if your body is anything like Spikes', when you're hiding your...thing, it's just a flat pale dome, which must look so unbecoming."

Peter: "Uh...y...yeah..."

Rarity raised her eyebrows slightly as Peter's eyebrows angled in sudden panic. When she blinked, it had disappeared.

P.P.: "I like the fireworks all over it!"

Peter: "Well, thanks, Rarity! This must've taken you forever..."

Rarity: "Actually, no, only about five or six minutes."

Peter: "Huh...I'll try it on later, alright? Right now, I've got...unfinished business."

Intercom: "We are now coming up on the first pit stop. I recommend that you write down what your meals, and also what drinks you want. The cider in the fridge was complimentary. Once more, Celestia found certain recipes in your mind, Mr. Roose, but I regret to inform you that we were not permitted to distribute it on this ride, what with a young dragon on board."

R.D.: "Huh...well, let's see what the drinks are!"

T.S.: "Uh, Peter, are you...okay?"

Peter: "Yeah, I was just thinking...when did Celestia look into my mind?"

T.S.: "When you were unconscious in the cage, Celestia looked in your mind. She obviously set certain things aside."

Peter: "And none of you felt the need to tell me this?"

A.J.: "Tell you what, sugarcube?"

Peter: "That Celestia looked into my mind? I understand that she's your Princess, and a deity, and everything, but...none of you felt the need to tell me about this?"

T.S.: "Well...you never asked."

Peter: "I shouldn't have to ask. How would you feel if Celestia looked into your mind, set certain things aside, and everypony knew about it, but nopony bothered to tell you about it?"

T.S.: "Well...I guess I would be a bit...ticked."

Peter: "Yeah. A bit."

R.D.: "Uh...sorry, Peter...do you forgive us?"

Peter: "Yeah. It's all water under the bridge now, anyway. Just, tell me...did Celestia tell you anything about me after she looked into my mind?"

T.S.: "Well, she told us that you're twenty two years old..."

Peter: "...No I'm not."

T.S.: "Yeah, Peter, you are."

Peter: "Uh, no, I'm fifteen."

He didn't notice the shock and disappointment in Rainbow Dash's eyes at hearing that he was seven years younger than her.

T.S.: "Maybe back where you came from, you're fifteen. But in pony years, you're twenty two."

Peter didn't notice Rainbow Dash's relief and new found energy, either.

Peter: "Huh...that would make sense...I mean, earth is on a fixed, albeit elliptical, orbit around the sun, and it moves at a relatively set speed, and it moves much slower than the sun does here. So, I guess that time just takes longer back on Earth than in Equestria..."

He also didn't see Rainbow Dash's spark of excitement at the mention of orbits, suns, and planets.

A.J.: "Uh...what?"

Peter: "It...it's not important right now. For now, let's just see what's on that drink menu, shall we?"

R.D.: "Yeah, let's."

Rarity: "Oh, my, I hope they have champagne..."

Peter: "Well, I'm just going to go ahead and order three large bottles of soda..."

T.S.: "Three large bottles!?"

Peter: "Yeah. God knows, I'm going to blast through it."

P.P.: "Me, too!"

R.D.: "Aaaawww, yeah! I love soda!"

T.S.: "Well...maybe you should get...ten."

Peter: "TEN!?"

A.J.: "Yeah...Pinkie Pie and Rainbow Dash tend to go through soda like beasts..."

R.D.: "Heh..."

P.P.: "Yeah! That's me!"

Peter: "Well, I'll put down fifteen...I've gotta keep up with you guys, right?"

R.D.: "Hah! I doubt you can keep up with us when it comes to drinking soda!"

T.S.: "At least it's not wine..."

The eight friends waited, Peter clutching the orders, making very light conversation. After about five minutes, the train screeched to a halt, hissing as the pneumatics stopped the wheel.

Intercom: "Present your orders to the unicorn at the door. He won't talk very much, but he'll get your orders done lickity-split."

Peter did as the black box did, even as its signal crackled out.

Waiter: "Thank you, sir."

The unicorn walked away, red tail in stark contrast to his black body.

R.D.: "Finally! I'm starving!"

Peter: "Well, we have to wait a bit...so, Rainbow Dash, when do you want to talk?"

R.D.: "Uh...maybe...before we go to sleep? In the hammock?"

Peter: "'K, it's a date."

R.D.: "A what!?"

Peter: "A date. Like, you know, a set time and place? Not a real date."

R.D.: "Oh...g-good."

Peter: "Looks like our food is here, everypony! Damn, that was fast..."

Waiter: "Your order has arrived. Have a nice day, everypony."

Everypony watched, anticipating the food, even as it magically floated towards the table in the center of the train and was set down, Peter, Pinkie Pie, and Rainbow Dash eying the large case of soda.

T.S.: "I've got it! I'll put the drinks in the fridge. Everypony, get your orders."

Peter: "Wow, these scrambled eggs look...friggin' amazing."

A.J.: "'Friggin''?"

R.D.: "It means something is really, really good."

Peter: "Exactly. Now, who had eggs? I know that you had eggs, Rainbow Dash...who else?"

P.P.: "Me!"

Peter: "Here you go...now, who had the omelet?"

A.J.: "Me."

Peter: "Here you...go...damn, that omelet is huge!"

A.J.: "Just the way Ah like it!"

Peter: "I don't think I need to ask who got the rubies...can somepony wake Spike up?"

Rarity: "Here, let me do it..."

Spike: "Mm...what smells like rubies..."

Peter: "Hah! That's the best way of waking up a dragon that I've ever seen!"

Spike: "In the name of Celestia...a floating ruby!"

F.S.: "Oh, Spike, don't jump at it...or, if you want to, that's fine..."

Peter: "'Morning, Spike. Your breakfast is here."

Spike: "Aw, sweet!"

Peter: "Alright, who had the hay?"

Rarity: "Me!"

F.S.: "Me..."

T.S.: "Alright, the drinks are in the fridge!"

Peter: "Here are your daisies and hay, Twilight."

T.S.: "Thanks!"

The eight friends ate in silence, the only sound the scraping of steel on metal as Peter used the sole fork in all of the breakfast to consume his eggs. He looked around, suddenly confused.

Peter: "Where are lunch and dinner?"

T.S.: "...Huh. Good point."

Peter: "Maybe they're serving it later?"

T.S.: "Hm...I think I remember reading once that on a mobile hotel, they serve you breakfast in the car, but lunch and dinner in separate pit stops...kind of like small restaurants, only they already know what you want..."

Peter: "That sounds...awesome."

R.D.: "Those eggs were really good!"

Peter: "Damn straight!"

F.S.: "This hay is very nice..."

T.S.: "I agree. It is delicious..."

Rarity: "Oh, I absolutely love how they served it! So...elegant. Rainbow Dash, Peter, you two just had to destroy your meals, didn't you?"

P.P.: "And me, too! These eggs are amazing!"

Peter: "There's no other way to eat eggs but to decimate them."

Spike: "These gems are...amazing!"

Peter: "Jesus, Spike, you fucking destroyed those things..."

A.J.: "Watch yer mouth, Peter!"

Peter: "Uh...sorry...Hey, wait a second, you finished your giant omelet already?"

A.J.: "Uh, yeah. You gotta problem with that?"

Peter: "No, there's just one thing I've gotta say....LIKE A BAWSS!"

A.J.: "Uh...Ah beg yer pardon?"

Peter: "It's from another Lonely Island song...it's kind of a weird song..."

R.D.: "Wow, Peter, if you're calling something weird, then it's the weirdest thing in the world!"

Twilight sighed, still chuckling slightly at Rainbow Dash's joke.

As she chuckled, Spike gave her a pointed look, and whispered into her ear.

Spike: "Hey, I think you should ask him about that...song. You could learn more about him, y'know, for Celestia's report?"

Twilight nodded, smiling at the baby dragon.

T.S.: "Hey, Peter? You never answered my question before."

Peter looked to the lavender unicorn, raising an eyebrow.

Peter: "Oh? And what question would that be?"

It was now Twilight's turn to raise an eyebrow, amazed that he had forgotten it already.

T.S.: "About that...song you sang before...is that really the art of your culture?"

Peter: "Well, it's-"

R.D.: "No! He showed me something awesome, called the 'Relaxing Journey'. It helped me-" everypony raised an eyebrow at the sudden pause, surprised. "It...helped me...get over my guilt."

Peter: "Uh...yeah...well, what I was about to say was that-"

R.D.: "He also sang on our way out of the hospital. The first song he sang was about marriage and stuff."

Peter: "...Um...yeah...like I was saying...that song is by the 'Lonely Island', which is a group of, self-named, 'fake rappers'. Their music is hilarious, and the song that I sang before was called 'I Just Had Sex."

R.D.: "Yeah, we kind of guessed."

Peter: "Mhm...wasn't exactly subtle, was it? Anyway, if you watch the video that they made to go with the song, it's really, really funny. They also have other songs, like...'Like a Boss', 'Dreamgirl', 'Boombox', and..."

He smiled, pulling at his chain and plucking his sweater.

Peter: "'Turtleneck and Chain'."

R.D.: "Wow. You based your getup on a song, Peter?"

Peter: "Completely."

T.S.: "Well, besides...'fake', music, what else is there in your culture, in terms of art?"

Peter: "Well, there are many different genres of music, and each one is, more or less, intrinsic to a certain time period. For example, The Beatles, a band, were popular in the sixties, and they still are, in the year 2012."

T.S.: "2012? It's 3058 C.R....that means 'Celestia's Reign'."

Peter: "Uh...yeah. Here it is. On earth, it's 2012, C.E....that means Common Era. There's also A.D. and B.C....A.D. is something in Latin, and B.C. is Before Christ."

T.S.: "'Before Christ'? Who's...'Christ'?"

Peter: "...It's a long story."

T.S.: "How long?"

Peter: "It spans over one thousand years, and two religions."

T.S.: "...Oh."

Peter: "Yeah."

T.S.: "Well, anyway, what's some music that's prevalent in your culture?"

R.D.: "Uh, Twi'? Are you forgetting the conversation we had with him on jazz?"

T.S.: "I would really appreciate it if you stopped interrupting, Rainbow Dash."

R.D.: "...sorry."

Peter: "It's fine, it saves me from having to explain jazz all over again..."

T.S.: "Well, could you just explain a bit about jazz?"

Rarity: "Yes, I'm sure we would all love to know more about the jazz in your culture. I'm rather fond of it myself."

Peter: "So am I. But, according to Rainbow Dash, it's all 'lovey-dovey.'"

R.D.: "Oh, not this again!"

Peter: "It's not all 'lovey-dovey'! That's total bull! There are songs like 'Ain't that a Kick in the Head', yes, and they're focused around love. But there are jazz artists such as Louis Armstrong, who make songs that are just about having fun! For example, he and Scatman John sang together in a song called 'Everybody Jam'. It's jazz, and it has nothing to do with love!"

R.D.: "So? Most smooth jazz is still lovey-dovey!"

Peter: "No, it's not!"

R.D.: "Yes, it is!"

Peter: "No, it is not!"

A.J.: "Uh, let's calm down, everypony..."

R.D. and Peter: "No!"

R.D.: "Admit it! Jazz is mostly about love!"

Peter: "No, it's not! Hey, you know what, I'll prove it to you!"

T.S.: "Uh, we're getting a bit off track here, Peter..."

Peter: "Woo-hoo."

Rarity: "Really, dear, is there a need to be so...rude?"

Peter: "Yes, actually, there is. Jazz is one of the most variable forms of music, and Rainbow Dash is being too stubborn to see that."

F.S.: "Really, I don't think you have to prove it...if you want to, though, that's fine..."

Peter: "Oh, I want to. In fact, I need to."

A.J.: "Uh, Peter? Ah'm kind of...confused. So what if Rainbow Dash thinks that it's all lovey-dovey?"

Peter: "...Here they are! They're speakers. And, Applejack, to answer your question, I'm not going through this vacation without proving to Rainbow Dash that she's wrong, and that jazz is awesome."

T.S.: "Welll, can you do it another time/ I wanted to find out more about you..."

Peter: "We have fourteen days on this train. We'll be fine."

T.S.: "Well, I wanted to learn it today..."

Peter: "It can wait. For now, I need to prove to Rainbow Dash that she's wrong. I'm sorry, but I just have to."

P.P.: "Oh, boy! I can't wait to hear some jazz!"

R.D.: "Yeah, neither can I. Some smooth, lovey-dovey jazz."

Peter: "Listen, Rainbow Dash, we can listen to that after we listen to some real jazz."

R.D.: "Pffft. Please."

Peter: "...Got it. I'm going to play it now. Say goodbye to your argument."

R.D.: "Yeah, whatever..."

Twilight opened her mouth to argue, but then spike pulled at her mane, hard.

Spike: "You're going to hear some of his music, Twi'! Isn't that what you wanted? Y'know, so you could tell Celestia more about humans?"

T.S.: "...I guess you're right."

Peter furiously tapped at his iPod, eventually choosing a song.

Peter: "This is called 'Everybody Jam', by Scatman John and Louis Armstrong."

As the song played, Peter stood and went over to the fridge, taking out one of the three bottles of cider, pouring it into a glass beside the refridgerator, pouring himself a generous amount. He placed it back inside, quickly walking over, still enjoying his shouting match with Rainbow Dash despite himself.

As the song ended, Peter unplugged the iPod, knowing that if he let the next song come on, he wouldn't have a chance to...'talk', to Rainbow Dash.

Peter: "So, what do you think?"

R.D.: "...Well, that wasn't smooth jazz. My argument stays valid."

Peter: "...What?"

R.D.: "I said that all smooth jazz is lovey-dovey, or at least most of it. That wasn't...smooth jazz."

Peter: "...Ohhhhh..."

R.D.: "Yeah. 'Oh'. Not all jazz is lovey-dovey, just smooth jazz."

Peter: "...Wow. I might be a dumbass!"

The two friends fell into bouts of laughter, everypony watching on in wonder, Pinkie Pie laughing with them.

P.P.: "I have no idea what we're laughing about!"

T.S.: "Uh...neither do I...what are you two laughing about, exactly?"

Peter: "We...we were..."

R.D.: "saying the...same...thing..."

Peter: "The whole...time!"

The two friends fell into deeper laughter, both somewhat relieved by the sudden development. They both remembered how close they had been in the hospital, and they didn't want their relationship to turn from a friendship into a rivalry. Because they both knew that Rainbow Dash would try to gain revenge for losing one argument.

T.S.: "Oh...hah!"

Rarity: "Well, it was an honest mistake, on both of your parts."

F.S.: "...At least you're not fighting anymore..."

A.J.: "Ah agree. Ah would've hated to see you two become rivals. That rivalry is only for me and Rainbow Dash! Ah don't want to have to compete with somepony for mah own time to race her and whatnot!"

R.D.: "Please, I could take you both on in my sleep!"

A.J.: "Without wings? Ah think not!"

Peter: "With or without wings, you'd both kick my ass."

P.P.: "OhmygoshIcan'tbelieveyouwerebothsayingthesamethinghahthat'ssofunny!"

Peter: "Uh...calm...yourself?"

P.P.: "AndthenyoubothstartedshoutingandIthoguhtthatyouwouldbecomerivalsand-"

R.D.: "Uh, Pinkie Pie, calm down."

P.P.: "-Istartedtopanicabitbutthenyouwerebothsayingthesamethingandyouwerebothlaughingand-"

T.S.: "Pinkie Pie, calm down!"

F.S.: "Yes, please, calm down..."

P.P.: "-thenIwasalllikehahahahahahahaha! ButthenIstoppedlaughingbecauseIdidn'tknowwhatwewere-"

A.J.: "Uh, Pinkie Pie?"

P.P.: "-laughingaboutandthenIfoundoutanditwasHILARIOUS!"

The pink party pony suddenly stopped talking and sat down, smiling as though nothing had happened. When she noticed that everypony was staring at her, she raised an eyebrow at the silence.

P.P.: "What?"

Peter: "Uh...Twilight...are you sure it was a good idea to get so many bottles of soda?"

T.S.: "...no."

Peter: "...great."

R.D.: "Well, we can help her out with them, Peter!"

Peter: "I'm kinda afraid of what's going to happen when she has one sip of soda..."

R.D.: "It's almost like wine for her..."

Peter: "Oh, great! I'm guessing we'll have a lot of fun tonight!"

However, something struck him, like a resonance in a bell.

Peter: "Wait, Rainbow Dash, how will we talk tonight if Pinkie's bouncing off of the walls?"

R.D.: "We'll find a way. Don't worry."

Peter: "I hope so..."

T.S.: "So, Peter, are there any other forms of art you want to...show us?"

Peter: "Hmmm...Oh! The violin is used in a lot of-"

R.D.: "Okay, hold up. Violin? Really? Violin? That's gotta be the..."

Peter: "No. Don't even start. Just listen to the music first. It sounds pretty damn epic, when used correctly."

R.D.: "...Fine. I'll listen to your...'epic' violin music."

Peter: "Good. I have you now...muahahahahaa!"

R.D.: "...What?"

Pinkie Pie inhaled.

Peter: "...Oh, boy..."

T.S.: "Peter, I'm going to hit you."

P.P.: "Ohmygoshthatwashilarious!"

Peter: "...Was...is...that it?"

P.P.: "Yep!"

Peter: "...Huh. Well, let's listen to the violin..."

R.D.: "...Yeah. Let's."

He plugged in his iPod once more, and scrolled through his library of music. He finally found the one he was looking for: the Game of Thrones theme song, remixed by Jason Yang on various string instruments.

R.D.: "Well, it's not that epic..."

Peter: "Wait for it..."

Rarity: "I, for one, think it's divine!"

F.S.: "It's...nice."

T.S.: "Hm..."

Peter: "Here we go..."

Just then, the song gained much more tempo, and about five more instruments entered the mix, making for a much more lively song.

R.D.: "Huh...this does sound pretty cool...Peter, what are you doing with your hands?"

Peter: "Sorry, force of habit...whenever I hear a song, I start conducting the music...like, this song is on a 3/4 count, with a...I'd say, an allegretto tempo."

T.S.: "Really? Huh...that's cool, how you can determine that just through hearing it."

R.D.: "You know, this song is pretty good!"

F.S.: "Yes, but does it have to be...so loud?"

P.P.: "I like how it goes all soft, but then gets loud. It sounds really cool."

Rarity: "It's simply divine!"

A.J.: "Ah kinda like it."

Peter: "You guys wanna hear another song like this?"

R.D.: "Sure, I'm down!"

Peter smiled, happy that Rainbow Dash had taken a liking to it. He decided to go a song that he thought she would like: A Fifth of Beethoven, as played by Walter Murphy.

Nopony talked, simply listening to the song as it played. When it faded out, Peter unplugged his iPod, and looked up at Rainbow Dash, whose red eyes were wide with surprise.

R.D.: "That...that was pretty good!"

Rarity: "It was...not exactly the type of music I listen to, but it was still...pretty good."

P.P.: "It was great! I think I might use it for a party soon!"

T.S.: "Interesting...well, you said before that the music was intrinsic to the time period. How, exactly, is that intrinsic to a time period?"

Peter: "In the mid-70s, disco was starting to become popular, and replaced the elite class traditional classic music. Walter Murphy rose to fame with this song in 1976."

T.S.: "How...how do you know so much about it?"

Peter: "I was bored one day, so I researched it."

R.D.: "Ugh, you're an egghead, too?"

Peter: "...No. I just went on google and-"

He stopped cold, smiling at his blunder.

Peter: "Right. I forgot. No internet here."

T.S.: "Internet?"

Peter: "Computers, which are essentially big iPods, connect into a network in which data is transferred to and from a huge-ass database. If you have internet connection, you can access it from about anywhere, and find almost anything in an instant. For example, if I wanted to know about...the angle of incidence of Earth during summer, I could just type that into a computer, and within a matter of seconds, I'd have my answer."

T.S.: "Really? Wait, what's angle of incidence, again? I think I've read about it before, but I can't remember it now..."

Peter: "It's the angle at which-"

R.D.: "A planet lies on its axis when it's at a certain point in its orbit."

Everypony looked at Rainbow Dash, surprised and confused.

Peter: "Uh...yeah. That's...exactly it. How...how do you know that?"

R.D.: "Uh...I had to read up on some...Pre-Celestia's Reign astronomy in...flight school! Yep, flight school! I almost forgot its name for a second there!"

F.S.: "...Yes, I remember that."

R.D.: "You do? I mean, yeah! What did I tell you guys?"

Peter: "...Okay then."

T.S.: "And you remember all of that from flight school?"

R.D.: "Duh!"

Peter: "Well, what else you do you about astronomy?"

T.S.: "Uh, we're kind of getting off track...again."

The lavender unicorn huffed and walked away, her hooves gently clopping on the wooden floor of the train car. Spike followed her over to the small library, in which Twilight immediately sat and began pouring over a book.

Peter: "What's her problem?"

A.J.: "Ah think she's a bit pissed off that you two messed up her studies. Y'know, about human culture?"

Peter: "Hm...maybe I'll go talk to her..."

R.D.: "Don't bother. When she gets like this, she can be pretty pissed off..."

Peter: "Okay, then, I won't..."

Rarity: "Oh, Peter, darling! You simply must put on your swim trunks!"

Peter: "Uh...okay. Rainbow Dash, is it okay if I ask you more about astronomy later?"

R.D.: "Yeah!"

Peter: "Sweet! I'm looking forward to it!"

Rarity: "Come, now! I simply need to see how you look in these swim trunks!"

Everypony fanned out slowly, going about their own business, their breakfast having been brought to an abrupt end.

F.S.: "Well, I have to...do...something..."

P.P.: "Hm...maybe if I...this is going to be hard to pull off..."

A.J.: "What's goin' t' be hard t' pull off, Pinkie?"

P.P.: "NOTHING!"

A.J.: "Uh...okay...Ah...Ah'll be over there...don't hurt me..."

P.P.: "Hmph."

R.D.: "I'm gonna nap a bit...'night..."

T.S.: "Spike, I need your help on finding a certain book..."

Spike: "What book is that?"

T.S.: "The one I...'borrowed' from the Mayor last night."

Spike: "You mean the one that you had me steal?"

T.S.: "Spike, quiet!"

Spike: "Fine. I'll get it."

Rarity: "Well, go on, try them on!"

Peter: "Uh...can I have some privacy?"

Rarity: "Oh, of course!"

Peter: "Uh...I'll just change in that corner..."

Rarity: "Take as long as you want!"

Peter: "Uh...'k..."

Spike: "Twilight, here's the book you wanted."

T.S.: "Get me a quill. I need to make some notes..."

Spike: "But it's not your book!"

T.S.: "Spike, the fate of Equestria might depend on this! Just hurry up and get me ink and a quill!"

Spike: "...Fine. And, Twilight, you always say that."

T.S.: "What?"

Spike: "That the fate of Equestria depends on it..."

T.S.: "...And?"

Spike: "Uh, never mind. Here's the ink and quill."

T.S.: "Oh, and can you also get the 'Almanac of Languages'? I know the translation for this word, but I don't know what language it's in...It's mentioned at a different part."

Spike: "Fine. Just keep that light ball going in your luggage, alright? I almost fell down the stairs last time...By the way, how did you manage to get stairs in your luggage?"

T.S.: "...It's a long story."

Spike: "...Huh. Well, I hope you can find the essentials. Hey, I just realized: Why don't I sleep in your luggage? It'll be like back at home!"

T.S.: "...No."

Spike: "Fine...I'll go get the Almanac of Languages..."

T.S.: "That's a good dragon..."

F.S.: "Maybe I should just ask him about his time in the hospital...but shouldn't I wait until tomorrow to have the session? Well, whatever...I think he needs some help right now..."

A.J.: "Whatever you think is right, Fluttershy. Ah personally think that you should do it today."

F.S.: "Really? Well, if you think I should..."

A.J.: "You don't have to, it's just a suggestion..."

F.S.: "No, I think that today is a good idea...you know, after everypony else is done talking to him..."

A.J.: "Uh...okay. Ah've got to make sure that Pinkie doesn't destroy the train. Ah'll be right back."

F.S.: "...Good idea."

P.P.: "Hm...I would have to solder that..."

A.J.: "What in the hay are y'all doin'?"

P.P.: "NOTHING!!!"

A.J.: "You must be doing something!"

P.P.: "No, I'm NOT! I don't want to spoil the surprise!"

A.J.: "Oh..."

P.P.: "Oh, no! I just spoiled it!"

A.J.: "Don't worry, Ah won't tell anypony! Cross mah heart and hope to stick a cupcake in mah eye!"

P.P.: "...Good."

A.J.: "Ah think Ah'll go...lay down for a bit..."

P.P.: "Okay! Goodnight, Applejack!"

Peter: "Okay, I've got the trunks on, Rarity."

Rarity: "...You're going to swim in your...turtleneck and chain?"

Peter: "...No."

Rarity: "Well, take them off! Along with your socks. I want to see what you look like when you actually swim!"

Peter: "Uh...okay then..."

Rarity: "I'll take them..."

Peter: "So? How do I look?"

Rarity: "...Hm...I don't think I like the fireworks pattern..."

Peter: "...Uh...to be totally honest...I think maybe...camo, would work better for me?"

Rarity: "Hm...camouflage...yes, that would look nice!"

Peter: "I mean, if it's not any trouble, of course! I don't want to overwrite a lot of hard work, just to get my trunks the way I want them..."

Rarity: "Oh, it's not a problem at all, dearie! Just change back into your sweatpants and sweater, and I'll have it done in no time at all!"

Peter: "Okay...just...turn around? Please?"

Rarity: "Of course."

Spike: "Here...it...is..."

T.S.: "Are you okay, Spike? Why are you panting?"

Spike: "The almanac...was all the way...down in the...fourth basement...of the bag..."

T.S.: "Oh, my! Isn't the fourth floor the one with the giant statue in it?"

Spike: "Yeah....and the even more giant staircase..."

T.S.: "Well, good thing it wasn't on the sixth basement..."

Spike: "How big is your bag!?"

T.S.: "Uh...about...ten basements..."

Spike: "But you don't even have that many books!"

T.S.: "Turns out that that bag, was the one we lived in when I almost failed my finals that one time..."

Spike: "Hah! I remember that! You thought Celestia would banish you, and you made the suitcase into a bunker!"

T.S.: "Yeah...and she wasn't angry..."

Spike: "Are you kidding me? She was so impressed that she gave you a solid hundred on your finals! That's a bit better than 'not angry'!"

T.S.: "Yeah...anyway, let's see that book..."

Spike: "Okay, here you go..."

A.J.: "Pinkie's not doin' anything that Ah know about."

F.S.: "Okay, then...Hey, wait a second, where did she get that soldering pen from..."

A.J.: "...Let's not question it."

F.S.: "Good idea..."

P.P.: "Hmm...well, Peter seemed to be good at designing things...maybe I'll ask him for help..."

P.P.: "Yeah, that's a good idea, Pinkie..."

P.P.: "Maybe I shouldn't solder this, and instead just use a quick disconnect? Hm..."

P.P.: "It seems as though a quick disconnect would probably be the best way to go with this."

P.P.: "Now, where did I put that crimping kit..."

P.P.: "I think it's under the ratchet set, but above the vice grip..."

P.P.: "Nope! It's above the vice grip, and next to the ratchet set!"

P.P.: "Let's get to work!"

Rarity: "I'll work on it. If you wouldn't mind, could you maybe...go talk to Twilight Sparkle? I believe she has calmed down by now..."

Peter: "Okay...thanks again, Rarity."

Rarity: "No, thank you! Without you, I...I wouldn't be doing this right now."

Peter: "...Yeah..."

They both stayed silent for a few moments.

Peter: "...Well, I think I'll go see Twilight now..."

Rarity: "Okay. Just...do try and get back on her good side, will you?"

Peter: "Oh, definitely."

T.S.: "Hi, Peter."

Peter: "Hi. Sorry about...cutting you short before."

T.S.: "Oh, it's fine. I'm working on something right now, actually. Maybe you could help me."

Peter: "'K. Hey, Spike. You okay? You look like you just ran a marathon."

Spike: "...I was in Twilight's luggage. I had to go all the way down to the sixth basement..."

Peter: "...What?"

T.S.: "I...I hid in that bag once, when I almost failed my first finals..."

Peter: "Yeah...I know that feeling..."

T.S.: "You do?"

Peter: "Yeah. When I got a 68 on about ten tests in a row...I kind of just wanted to hide in a bunker."

T.S.: "Huh..."

Peter: "Well, what do you need help with, Twilight?"

T.S.: "I need to find out what language these words are in..."

Peter: "'Gylden Glør'? Well, back on Earth, that's Norske for 'Golden Embers'."

T.S.: "...How do you know that?"

Peter: "I speak Norwegian...after I watched the movie, 'The Thing', by John Carpenter, I decided to learn how to speak Norwegian. I only know how to say a few sentences in Norske, though. I mostly know Spanish. Well, that, and English, which I'm speaking now. Duh."

T.S.: "Well...wait. You're not speaking English!"

Peter: "...Estoy no hablando Ingles?"

T.S.: "...Uh, sure. You're speaking Equestrian."

Peter: "...Oh. What's that?"

T.S.: "You should know, you're speaking it!"

Peter: "Oooohhhhhhh..."

T.S.: "What?"

Peter: "English and Equestrian are the same thing."

T.S.: "How?"

Peter: "Fuck, I don't know."

T.S.: "Didn't Applejack tell you to watch your mouth, Peter?"

Peter: "...Sorry. I'm used to being able to curse when I'm with friends...y'know, at Robotics? The...'F' word is light compared to some of the things me and my friends say. Yeah, we're not exactly...great people."

T.S.: "Yes, you are. You saved Rarity's life, and you helped Rainbow Dash recover from her dreams."

Peter: "Wait, how do you know about that?"

T.S.: "She told me about the dreams. And when I told Fluttershy, when you were both in the hospital, she said that you two had each other, and that you could help her overcome her dreams."

Peter: "Well, let's hope that I did."

T.S.: "Hm...well, I'm going to look up words from...'Norske'. Could you maybe...give me few?"

Peter: "Sure."

T.S.: "Okay...let's see here..."

P.P.: "Wow, this is hard work."

P.P.: "But it's fun! Although, I must admit, wiring it up so that the fridge powers itself is kind of difficult..."

P.P.: "Yeah, but when I route the power source back to itself, it self charges! Watch! I'll use my volt meter on the battery terminals..."

P.P.: "Yeah, I'm right! The voltage of the battery is going up!"

P.P.: "Woohoo! Now, let's get this routed up to the lights..."

P.P.: "Maybe I should wait until everypony's asleep...or until I have Peter to help me."

P.P.: "Nah, I can just use the step stool that I have...right...here."

P.P.: "Huh...so that was between the ratchet set and the lights, right?"

P.P.: "Exactly! So that I can get the step stool, and then use the ratchets on the light!"

P.P.: "Let's do this!"

F.S.: "Uh...I think Pinkie's setting up a light..."

A.J.: "Why? It's not like we can actually have a party in here or somethin'..."

F.S.: "I guess we'll just have to wait and see, huh?"

A.J.: "Yeah..."

F.S.: "Applejack, I think you should get some sleep. You got up early today. If, of course, you want to..."

A.J.: "You know, that's a good idea, Fluttershy...Ah mean, Ah've been getting up really early recently...Ah haven't had much sleep...Ah think Ah'll do what Rainbow Dash is doin'."

F.S.: "So will I."

A.J.: "Wait, where do we sleep, besides the hammocks?"

F.S.: "...Good question."

A.J.: "What's that?"

F.S.: "I don't know...oh, don't pull at it, please...or, just do, if you really want to..."

T.S.: "Okay, give me another word..."

Peter: "Døden?"

T.S.: "Which means..."

Peter: "Death."

T.S.: "Uh...okay..."

Peter: "Find anything?"

T.S.: "...Yes! I found a language that has that word! And, thankfully, it's one language this time!"

Peter: "Aw, sweet!"

T.S.: "Okay, so, according to this, it's...the Language of the Elders. Huh..."

Peter: "That's weird..."

T.S.: "Yeah...but, whatever."

Peter: "Yeah...well, is there anything else you want to talk about?"

T.S.: "Hmm....well, nothing's popping into mind..."

Peter: "...How are your studies under Celestia going?"

T.S.: "Fine. I just need to find out more about the Seventh Element of Harmony...and the Truth..."

Peter: "The Truth?"

T.S.: "Yes. I went to Zecora, and she told me that the story of Gylden Glør is not the full...Truth. But, the legend seems so...full. Gylden Glør must have given Celestia some information directly to write it..."

Peter: "Well, I think it's incredibly vague..."

T.S.: "True, it is...like, Gyldens' origins and whatnot..."

Peter: "Yeah...huh..."

T.S.: "But, thing is, it's written by Celestia, and it says at the end that one should not look for the spirit of Gylden Glør..."

Peter: "Well, that was before you. You can probably handle speaking to his spirit...I mean, you had the vision about him, right?"

T.S.: "Mhm...I just need to find the Truth..."

Peter: "Well, I'll help you when we return to Ponyville."

T.S.: "Really?"

Peter: "Yeah, definitely!"

T.S.: "Thanks, Peter!"

Peter: "...Wow. Your eyes are..."

T.S.: "...What?"

Peter: "Bloodshot as holy hell. Twilight, how much sleep did you get last night?"

T.S.: "...uh...not much..."

Peter: "How about an estimate?"

T.S.: "An hour..."

Peter: "Go to sleep. I'm going to go talk with...hell, I don't know, whoever wants to talk to me, I guess."

However, Pinkie Pie obviously wanted to talk to Peter, as her pink hooves quickly wrapped around him and pulled him towards a part of the car that was obscured by a giant curtain.

F.S.: "Well, this is very nice!"

A.J.: "Ah agree! Ah like how the bed is stored in the wall...maybe that's in mah...section, too?"

F.S.: "Huh...let's go see. It'd be a shame if everypony didn't have a bed..."

A.J.: "Yeah...Ah wonder what Pinkie's planning..."

F.S.: "Well, Peter's obviously more than willing to help her..."

A.J.: "Hah! Yeah! Poor Peter...pulled over there by Pinkie..."

F.S.: "Well, besides that, he's smiling from ear to ear."

A.J.: "...D'you...maybe think that he...likes Pinkie?"

F.S.: "No. He's just a bit silly like Pinkie, but it doesn't show unless he's around somepony else silly."

A.J.: "...If y'all say so..."

F.S.: "I do."

Applejack gave the yellow Pegasus a transient glance of surprise, the sudden assertiveness catching her off guard. She quickly smiled and looked ahead, deciding to focus on finding the bed in her section of the car.

Peter: "Uh, Pinkie? What's all this for?"

P.P.: "It's my new work area...don't tell anypony, though."

Peter: "Why are we whispering?"

P.P.: "Because it's a surprise!"

Peter: "True, true. Well, do you need any help or anything?"

P.P.: "Yeah, I read a few chapters earlier that you were in a robotics team."

Peter: "Uh...what?"

P.P.: "I mean, Twilight told me that you were in a robotics team."

Peter: "...O...Okay..."

P.P.: "And that you had experience with crimps and stuff."

Peter: "Yeah, I do. Why? Oh, snap, are you...crimping the wires in the fridge to power a party pad?"

P.P.: "Exactly! How'd you know?"

Peter: "There's a ratchet set out, a crimping set is next to the fridge, your volt meter is still on top of the fridge, and you have a step stool with bolts on it."

P.P.: "Wow! You're really observant!"

Peter: "Yeah. It comes with reading Sherlock Holmes for hours on end."

P.P.: "Who?"

Peter: "He's a super detective."

P.P.: "Oh! Okay, I've got it! Anyway, here's what we have to do..."

A.J.: "Ah don't see anythin'..."

F.S.: "Keep looking...maybe it's something in the floor?"

A.J.: "Hmm...."

F.S.: "Oh, here it is!"

A.J.: "Huh...how in the hay did Ah miss that?"

F.S.: "It was very...discrete. It was small. But it looks like a nice bed."

A.J.: "I'll see about that..."

F.S.: "Careful...please..."

A.J.: "It's definitely comfortable!"

F.S.: "That's good. Well, get some sleep, Applejack. I'm going to talk to Peter. Or, try to, at least..."

A.J.: "...Hm....wake me up when we're havin' lunch...Ah'll see you later, Fluttershy...good luck..."

Fluttershy smiled as her friend fell into the confines of sleep, having not slept the night past.

She walked away, raising an eyebrow at the two friends huddled around the refrigerator, donning a curious face as she approached the two party enthusiasts.

P.P.: "Yep! That's perfect!"

Peter: "For being so...well, for lack of a better word, random, your equipment is so...organized."

P.P.: "Well, of course! You can't have a party if you can't make a party!"

F.S.: "What are you guys doing?"

Peter: "Oh, just making sure that the drinks don't go bad."

F.S.: "...I...I kind of doubt that...no offense..."

P.P.: "None taken! We're just looking at the fridge!"

F.S.: "...Okay...well, I'm going to be in my...section. I...if you're not busy, could you come by for a...few questions? If you don't mind..."

Peter: "Not at all. I'd love to."

The yellow Pegasus walked away, and both Pinkie and Peter sighed in relief, looking at each other with mischievous smiles.

Peter: "Let's get technical."

P.P.: "Yeah!"

They tinkered with the fridge, hooking it up so that it would run through five circuits: four re-charging the refrigerator's internal battery, and one huge, 50-gauge wire leading off to what would be the lights on the roof.

Peter: "Are you sure this is...legal?"

P.P.: "Nope!"

Peter: "...Uh...then shouldn't we...not be doing it?"

P.P.: "Yep!"

Peter: "...Well...hey, you know what? Screw the law! Brohoof!"

P.P.: "Brohoof!"

The two laughed as fist and hoof met, smiling at each other.

P.P.: "You're pretty cool, Peter."

Peter: "So are you, Pinkie."

The two smiled, both of them finally having found someone who thought like them.

Peter: "Well...that should do it..."

P.P.: "Yep! I don't know how, but every time we re-link the battery to itself, it gets more power!"

Peter: "Seems legit."

P.P.: "Yeah, I know, right!"

Peter: "Wow...I can't wait to see how this works..."

P.P.: "Well, I can take care of the rest from here..."

Peter: "Are you sure you don't want me to help you with the bolts, and the light, and the zippity zoppity, and the zobbity zoopity?"

P.P.: "Nope, I can zippity zop and zobbity zoop just fine!"

Peter: "Well, do you need help with the light and bolts, then?"

P.P.: "Nope. All I have to do is this!"

She stood on her head, and held the light right side up. Suddenly, she was on the ceiling, already bolting the light into place. Thankfully, the curtain was closed, and nopony saw Peter's look of amazement, or the light's unwieldy frame.

Peter: "How..."

P.P.: "Easy! I put a grappling hook in my tail, and then had a small motor put suction cups on my hooves!"

Peter: "...Me gusta."

P.P.: "What's that face?"

Peter: "The 'Me gusta' face. Don't ask me what it's from, because I don't know."

P.P.: "Huh. It's hilarious, though!"

Peter: "Yeah, I know, right!"

P.P.: "I think we're done here, in all honesty."

Peter: "So, what now?"

P.P.: "Well...Fluttershy said she wanted to talk to you, right?"

Peter: "Mhm...I should probably get on that..."

P.P.: "So how about you go talk to her, while I finish up wiring the lights? And thanks for the help, Peter!"

Peter: "Any time, Pinkie."

The yellow Pegasus sighed in satisfaction as she lay down on her small bed, the bed firm, yet giving slightly as her body pressed down on top of it, her stress seeping into the mattress.

She blinked, sighing as she remembered what had transpired in the hospital.

I really must ask him...I have no other choice but to...

Fluttershy sighed once more, wings plastered to her sides.

But what if he gets mad at me...

"You wanted to talk to me, Fluttershy?"

The yellow Pegasus nodded as Peter sat down next to her, putting an arm around the distraught pony.

"What's the matter, Fluttershy?"

She looked up at her name, steeling her nerves.

"Peter, I...I wanted to...apologize for...what I did in the hospital..."

Peter, much to Fluttershy's surprise, smiled, and pulled her closer, rubbing up and down on her shoulder.

He's...not mad at me?

"Fluttershy, I forgive you. It looked wrong, I know, and I can understand you getting angry at me. It's all water under the bridge now."

The Pegasus smiled, hugging Peter, but quickly disentangled herself, believing that she should give a reason for her actions.

"It's just...I was scared that...you would..."

Peter raised an eyebrow as she whispered.

Just say it, Fluttershy...

"I would what?"

"You would..."

"What?"

"I was afraid that you would hurt Rainbow Dash!"

The Pegasus immediately held a hoof to her mouth, afraid that she had screamed it. Of course, it was just a small statement.

"...Why?"

She gulped, her shut eyes hidden beneath her shaking pink mane.

"Because you...you found something in her...an old Rainbow Dash...one that I've been trying to find for...over a decade now. And you found that old Rainbow Dash, the Rainbow Dash that...depends heavily on what her friends think of her...for her own self-confidence...in less than three days. She...she obviously sees something...special in you...and I was worried that...you might hurt her...if you ever...turned your back on her..."

Fluttershy cringed as Peter reached towards her, rather quickly, but calmed as he took hold of her hooves, holding either in his hands, staring into Fluttershy's eyes, and she into his.

"Fluttershy, listen to me. I would never, ever, turn my back on Rainbow Dash. She is one of the best friends I could ever ask for, and I would never turn my back on her. We were so...close, in that hospital. And not intimately, but rather because we...saw each other as we really are. I saw how unsure she was, how her confidence is really just a shell that she filled. I saw how..."

He cut himself short, and Fluttershy raised an eyebrow, confused as a strange look filled his eyes.

"...She depends on me. And you, and all of her friends. And I would never, ever turn my back on her. You have my word."

Fluttershy smiled, and sat up straight, victorious.

"Well, Peter, this has been a marvelous session."

"Session?"

She nodded, and put a hoof on his shoulder, looking deep into his eyes.

"I think you should get some sleep. You were thrust into this world so suddenly, and so many things have happened, that you really must get some sleep."

He nodded, suddenly aware of how tired he was...

"And you should talk to Rainbow Dash later. Ask her how she is, after the hospital and everything."

Peter nodded once more, a sudden urge to ask Rainbow Dash a single question filling him. After, of course, he got some sleep...

"And you should talk to Applejack later, as she may seem very collected and calm, but inside, she's confused and hurt about what she did to you."

Peter nodded for a third time, already planning to ask the orange work pony about certain things later...

"Also, lower the volume on your iPod...if you don't mind. And...tell us what the Desert Eagle is later, okay?"

Peter nodded a fourth and fifth time, planning to do many things after he slept.

"Well, sweet dreams, Peter."

He nodded, subconsciously repeating Fluttershy's commands, the two eyes of persuasion burning in his mind.

"...Wake me up when we're going to eat lunch, okay?"

The yellow Pegasus nodded, even as Peter walked towards the center of the train, where three hammocks swayed, one of them occupied by a lightly snoring cyan Pegasus, a rainbow mane and tail spilling over the edges, the other quickly occupied by Peter, his headphones already over his ears, the volume set to a very low point.

Sleep quickly grasped at his mind, pulling him into the roiling depths of dreams, showing him things he didn't know, and wouldn't remember.

Hey! How did you guys like this chapter? Expect a lot more like it. At least...
One hundred.
Yes.
I changed it.
One hundred chapters.
To.
Finish.
Vacation.
Mother.
Of.
God.
...
There goes my work ethic in school.
Going...going...who am I kidding, it's been gone!
Oh, and on e hundred chapters for vacation = at least 200 (including vacation) to get halfway through the plot.
Fuck my life, what have I gotten myself into!?
Psst...a little side note...
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