Two ponies sat at the table in the libraries’ lobby. One was devouring a plate of pancakes, and it would seem she was going out of her way to make as much noise as possible doing it. Meanwhile, the other was busy scribbling on a piece of parchment. Trixie looked up from her pancakes momentarily to glance over at Twilight.

“What are you doing?” she mumbled through a mouthful of food, the thought of swallowing first never crossing her mind.

“Please don’t talk with your mouth full Trixie,” Twilight complained, not looking up from her writing. Trixie only rolled her eyes in response, and helped herself to another mouthful of pancake.

“Ugh, my stomach feels like a whirlpool,” Trixie moaned. “I could really use a belly rub.”

“Oh no! I’m not doing that again!” Twilight snapped, lifting her head to swing a hoof in declination.

“Wait... again?” Trixie asked, a grin forming on her face.

“Yeah you... you don’t remember?” The beginnings of a blush began to form on Twilight’s face.

“To be honest I can’t remember a thing between eight o'clock last night and when I woke up ten minutes ago. But are you seriously telling me you rubbed my belly?” Trixie demanded, a full blown smile now having formed on her face.

“Uh yeah...” Twilight murmured, her face glowing.

Trixie burst out in laughter. “Awwww, thanks Sparkle!” she said between guffaws. “Looks like you can be a good host when you try!” she laughed again, clutching her stomach and wincing in the process. “Oh why are you making me laugh like this, it’s far too painful right now!”

Twilight just sulked as Trixie laughed herself silly, but soon found herself smiling as she looked down at her parchment.

“Something tells me you won’t find this so funny,” Twilight passed the list to Trixie.

“What’s this?” she asked, observing the parchment. “CHORES?” she yelled, her mirth evaporating so suddenly it was almost audible. She scanned the colour-coded list which Twilight had just written. “Are you serious?”

“If you’re going to be staying here Trixie, you can make yourself useful,” Twilight explained with a smile as she felt herself gain the upper hoof for a moment.

“You really do know how to suck the fun out of any situation don’t you Sparkle?” Twilight only grinned in response. Trixie tossed the list on the table.

“So are you going to tell me what this big important mission you’re on is?”

“In time,” Trixie replied.

"How much time?"

"Who knows?"

Twilight shook her head, knowing well at this point that further questioning would just lead to irritation on her part. “Well, there is a lot of work to do if you’re going to be staying here. You best get started on your chores!” Twilight announced with immense satisfaction.

“Can I at least take a shower first?”

“That’s actually the first thing on your list, Trixie. You stink. By all means, please take a shower.”

Trixie opened her mouth to respond to the observation, but held it back due to the fact that she knew Twilight was absolutely correct. With a grumble she hopped off her stool.

“Where’s the bathroom?” she demanded

“Where’s the bathroom, please,” Twilight repeated, enjoying her moment of revenge.

“Seriously? Are you really going to do this?” Trixie stared at Twilight, who only smiled in response. After a few moments Trixie sighed.

“Fine, where’s the bathroom... please.”

“Upstairs, first door on your left!” Twilight answered with a huge grin.

As Trixie reached the top floor, the door to Twilight’s bedroom opened, revealing a small purple dragon rubbing the sleep out of his eyes.

“Huh? Trixie?” He mumbled upon seeing the blue magician. “You’re still here huh?” He asked, anger soon creeping into his voice.

“I am, and I’m going to be staying here for a while too.”

“WHAT?” Spike yelled. He glanced down to see Twilight looking up at him.

“Morning Spike.”

“Twilight, is Trixie really going to be staying here?” he asked, his voice incredulous.

“Unfortunately she is Spike, so you’re going to have to try your best to get along with her.”

“Great,” Spike groaned. Trixie simply stuck her tongue out in response and trotted into the bathroom. “What’d we do to deserve this?”

“I already asked that question spike, but kitchen ceiling didn’t have a satisfactory answer.”