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Back in Ponyville, it is well and truly winter. The leaves are off the trees, the animals are migrated or hibernating, and the first significant snowfall happened last night. So when Fluttershy comes to Milliways, she's expecting it to be basically like at home.

And it mostly is, she'll admit that. But not quite. Some of the trees still have some of their leaves, for instance.

She knows this place runs itself, and without being as scary as the Everfree Forest, but it's still kind of unsettling. So she's in a booth, with a mug of hot chocolate, staring out the window with a vaguely puzzled look on her face.

(She's also circumspectPsyche, if anyhuman wants to get in touch with her that way.)

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It's kind of fascinating to see a quadruped sitting in a booth. And handling a mug.

"What's processing?"

Fluttershy is a bit startled. And then confused. Slang from inside a computer doesn't necessarily mean much to somepony who's never seen one.

"What?"

"What's going on?"

"Oh, well, I just thought the weather would be more like... at home."

"Oh? What's it like there?"

"W-well, it's... winter. We had the Running of the Leaves, so the trees are all bare, and now the weather ponies have started bringing snow."

"Bringing snow?"

"Um... yes? Doesn't your home have..." What did he say the word was, again? "... sprites who make sure you get the right weather at the right time?"

"We don't even have weather. But in most of the other worlds I know, it just sort of... happens. 'Cause of the air moving around, and water evaporating and stuff."

"You... don't have weather?" How does that even work? The other is... unexpected, but it at least has some precedent in Fluttershy's experience.

"No weather, no seasons, no nature."

"Oh... but... how?"

Way to be articulate, Fluttershy. And to ask a question whose answer you'll understand.

"I don't live on a planet. My world's a machine. It works differently."

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-- arsenicCatnip [AC] started trolling circumspectPsyche [CP] --

AC: :33 < *a cuddly kitten p33rs at you from behind a chair!*

CP: Oh!
CP: Um... *I... peek back at the kitten through my mane.*

AC: :33 < *ac ventures out furom the chair*
AC: :33 < *and sniffs in your direction with whiskers twitching*

CP: *I hold out a hoof for the kitten to smell.*

Fluttersy also catches a waitrat's attention and surreptitiously - except totally not, because she knows how well cats can hear, even if she doesn't actually know that the cat in question is nearby - asks it to bring milk and a saucer. She has no idea what kind of cat can operate these communication devices, but she can start from what she does know.

AC: :33 < *ac cautiously appurroaches and sniffs CP's hoof*
AC: :33 < *and then very very cautiously bumps it with her nose!*
AC: :33 < *and then scampers back a little*

CP: *I hold still, so the kitten doesn't get startled.*
CP: *I also get some milk, in case it's hungry.*

And indeed, the rat is returning with the liquid in question. Perhaps they make an extra effort to be quick with milk-and-saucer orders.

AC: :33 < *ac perks up at the mention of milk!*
AC: :33 < *she sniffs the air again*
AC: :33 < *and inches closer*

CP: *I put the milk on the table.*
CP: *And don't look straight at it.*

... that's funny.

There's a rustling in the rafters overhead.

When no further messages seem forthcoming, Fluttershy turns back to her chocolate.

She said she wasn't looking straight at the milk. But she said nothing about the corners of her eyes. Nor about looking toward interesting noises. Obliquely, of course.

AC: :33 < *the furriendly kitten stalks closer still...*
AC: :33 < *she wonders if the yellow pony with the pretty pink mane is the purrson she's talking to!*

CP: Um, yes, that's me.

Should she have turned that into some kind of narrated thing? Oh, well, it's a bit late now.

And pretty? Really? Aww.