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Her smile and normal attitude reappeared as she turned to Chrysalis. “So when can I throw you a party?”
“When Tartarus freezes over,” she answered.
Pinkie got a calculating look on her face. “I’m going to need a bunch of chill pills… Can we push it to tomorrow instead? I know everypony is busy with the wedding and all, but tomorrow should give most of them time to be there and still make the wedding with no trouble!”
Chrysalis sighed. “This is inevitable, isn’t it?” she asked me.
“Yeah, sadly. I was able to get out of a welcoming party, but it took more time than I would ever care to admit to manage it, and I don’t even want to go over the reasoning behind it.”
“You lied and told me you were allergic to parties and didn’t tell me you were lying until everypony already knew you!”
“Yeah, but do you remember how long it took to convince you the allergy I had was actually deathly?” I looked at Chrysalis. “She wanted me to push through the allergy attack to have the party.”
“And they called me barbaric,” Chrysalis answered. “I suppose I would be wasting my time telling you that I am allergic to parties?”
“You were at the wedding,” Pinkie said. “That’s kinda like a party.”
I looked Pinkie dead in the eyes. “Pinkie, how do you think Chrysalis started looking like that?” I said, waving my hands to her body. “I mean, holes in her hooves and wings? Do you really think that’s healthy? Did she look like that before the wedding?”
“Well, now that you mention it… She did look a lot different before the wedding. And then there was that big green explosion.” Pinkie gasped again. “Was that you sneezing? That’s so cool!” She reached over and somehow plucked one of my feathers and tickled Chrysalis under the nose.
Chrysalis didn’t move or react at all, just stared at Pinkie. After a moment of that, she turned to me. “When should I tell her that I can turn feeling on and off in my carapace?”
“Give her a few more minutes. She looks so happy.”
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