Dear Ben,

I suppose I was not clear enough in my previous letter when addressing intimate relations between individuals. You are right; the definition between the two words is a little different. It was a misnomer and I apologize for my mistake.

Actually, it's only fair that I be as honest with you as you have been with me on this discussion. I never would have thought that the words were all that different before you corrected me and I went to look it up myself. I've not been one to think about it that much, but I have certainly heard some other ponies say before that it is a wonderful act and that it’s very fun. It's not necessarily a bad thing to talk about, but I don't believe I ever found myself bringing up the topic personally. Wow this is a lot more embarrassing to write than I thought it would be. Was it this difficult for you to admit that you think about these kinds of things when you wrote to me and you just did not continue scribbling your thoughts down like an idiot (as I’m doing)? Or was there no shame in it for you? I feel like I want to toss this letter away and try again just for bothering to mention that I'm a little... inexperienced when it comes to this topic.

So pressing onward, I noticed that you never did ask me a question back. Nothing came to mind for you by chance? Do you think that maybe you just know enough about me that there's nothing more to ask? I guess I would not blame you, as I have trouble thinking of anything very interesting to write in here about myself, or about Equestria, that you don't already know from just being here. The only things I can think of are bits of trivia and history that I don't think you'd be interested in anyways. The best I can come up with is to let you know that I finally remembered why the name Dawnstar sounded so familiar to me. She was in the grade level 4 years below me back at the academy! I guess that wasn't all that interesting, now was it? I suppose if you want better, you're just going to have to ask a question yourself.

Your life back on Terriel just sounds so amazing. I can see why you'd want to get back to it so much. It sounds marvelous, with all of the exotic creatures and exciting discoveries that could be made there. The way you describe your friends is rather peculiar to me though. You make them sound more like assets or obligations than somepony you would want to spend time around. Would Jeremey and Coop say the same things about you? Would they just call you their pocket-brainiac and mention that they just happen to put up with your dry humor and snide remarks because of it? If so, then maybe you should know that I would tell them that I enjoy you for your dry humor and snide remarks, along with your wit.

Personally, I would love to get a look at your I/O ports. Can you feel them? Such as, if you touch it, does it have a sensation? I'm just a little curious as to what these ports are supposed to be. Are humans born with them? Are they organic?

Rarity came to inquire about you recently, and I told her that I'd be happy to mention her thoughts to you in my next letter. She told me that she had not gone into the guestroom since you last left it, as she had nothing to clean in there since you had been kind enough to tidy up before you left out that morning. The main reason she went in there was because the Crusaders had come over for a sleepover with Sweetie Bell, so she was going to let them use that room to play in while she continued her work. When she stepped in, it still smelled like you, and she said it made her pause and think about how much she missed the comfort of having somepony else there. I think her sentiment is just that she wanted to let you know that we're still ready for you to keep your promise. We'll be here when you finally do come back, and that's our promise to you.

One final thought before I send this off to you: Really? Did you really just call me Sparky? I don't believe I've ever been called that, and I’m really not sure if I wish for it to start. Where did that come from anyways?

Dumbfoundedly Yours,
Twilight “Sparky”

Dear Twididdly Sparks,

At the risk of breaking fundamental rules of conversation, I will have to answer your question with a question of my own: Did you really abbreviate my name to Ben? When did that start? It left me questioning if perhaps such a casual expression meant that we were now "Old Buddy, Old Pals." In hopes of not being rude, I thought I'd reciprocate the gesture. Does it bother you Twiddlywinks? If so, we can always go back to our formal addresses.

Truth be told, I am surprised you noticed. I often wonder to myself if everything I write is going to be read, or if most will just glance over the formalities and commonplace structure in belief that they already know what I'm going to put there. It seems you alleviated my curiosity on the matter. That was my question for that letter by the way.

I will admit that I felt a hint of awkwardness when penning down that I sometimes cannot overcome a base part of me that most humans pridefully claim to have transcended long ago. Perhaps it was shame, as you put it. The only difference, as you pointed out, is that I just went ahead and wrote the truth to get it over and done with. Your lack of concern with it might honestly be an age issue as well, however, as I'm still not sure of the pony lifespan or timeline. How old are you? Perhaps that's a major cause behind being a bit "inexperienced" on the subject. I suppose having had almost 2 years on Terriel after coming of legal age for consent means I personally have no excuse for my own inexperience, especially when I consider how commonplace it is there, and how insistent that Jeremy was that I should partake. For comfort's sake, we may wish to let the subject drop for now, but don't fear that I judge you for anything you've written me.

You make life on Terriel sound grand, even to me, when you put it that way. I guess I never mentioned the less than desirable traits that it harbors. Criminal activity is rampant there, or at least it was only a few years back. In fact, the entirety of the continent was on the verge of a coup only a handful of years ago. Some places were locked down under martial law; other Judicial Districts had been almost entirely seized by private armies and gangs. Idollions, my town of birth in Judicial District 5, is no longer a city at all. It was so terribly damaged in a skirmish between two factions and the Mongrel's Stand (my father's squad), that it will require being entirely rebuilt. I don't believe Idollions counts as anything more than a gravestone nowadays. Keycresents, being the capital of Judicial District 7, remains fairly untouched by the civil unrest, but only because the warring was all but ended before the fighting got to our doorstep. I suppose I just don't want you to believe that Terriel is without its own problems.

I have a feeling Jeremy and Coop would have something similar to say about me if you were to ask them. They would probably say they put up with me for the fact that I can help them out of logic-based quandaries. That, or they'd likely ask, "Who the heck are you talking about? The dude in the hooded jacket that's too busy "rerolling his sorcerer" to hang out?" However, I might be getting ahead of myself because the first answer they'd give is, "Holy crap, it's a talking horse!"

My I/O ports are not organic, or at least they are not for the most part. When the incision is made to bore the ports through the skin, a pseudo-organic polymer is introduced to act as a bond between the ports and the flesh to avoid rejection. So the answer is that when I touch the ports, I do not feel it as one normally associates feeling, but it is a direct link from the environment to my cerebrum. That might be considered sensation in some way.

I went to ask Dawnstar if she knew you as well when you mentioned her in your most recent letter. She referred to you as "Celestia's Star Pupil," and "Element of Harmony." I did not know you had a title. What exactly does she mean?

Dry and Snidely Yours,
Benjamen Prodder