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Dave wanders through the front door. He's got headphones on, and is bopping along to something with a catchy beat. He does a double take when he spots the new decor. "whoa what the shit is this"

He prowls around for a while, clearly more than a little cautious about sudden and widespread changes to the general Milliways environment. He dismisses the vid screens entirely. Nope. No thank you. Not gonna happen.

A little while later he can be found at a table with snacks, idly hooking Legos together. Maybe he's building something specific. Maybe he isn't. Maybe it's a genius piece of abstract artwork.

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"shit that would really not be worth it if you couldn't talk. though i could probably understand you even if you just spoke horse because i've got even more bullshit magical powers"

He pauses.

"you want to go flying out back?"

"Hell yeah. You want to race me?" YT flicks her tail.

"you actually know how to use those stumpy wings of yours, painbow rash

"i'm basically a god you know i don't think you're actually ready for this jelly"

Dave is either really confident in his skills, or cruising for a bruising.

"Bite me," YT says cheerfully. "Or, actually, bite my dust, which you will be eating in mass quantities." Pause. "I'm gonna leave you in charge of opening the back door, though. It's hard to do with no hands."

Not impossible, but challenging.

"oh it's on," Dave says. He graciously opens the door and leads the way outside.

Some time later, both he and YT return from outside, looking worse for wear. Dave looks like someone dragged him backwards through a hedge, or maybe like he crash landed in a tree and hit every branch on the way down. The only reason his cape isn't in shreds is because it's fucking magical and self-repairing.

"i maintain that hitting the ground doesn't mean you lose if you get back up again," he says. "you ain't never gonna keep me down stop trying to question my self-expression"

YT, meanwhile, is sopping wet and leaving a trail of water behind her. "Hey, we agreed first person to pass the tree, not do a Wilson into it." YT got past the tree just fine, and tried to do one of her cool hockey stops, and overshot. Into the lake. "It's okay to lose to a chick, you know. You don't have to be all macho and pretend you didn't."

Man. YT is is hungry. Normally she would crave a cheeseburger or something, but in this form a salad made of flowers sounds really good.

"that is definitely not it i just need you to acknowledge my skills in this situation"

That's definitely at least part of it.

"i'd say best out of three but that might be more than the environment here can take"

"Yeah. Someone might send me a bill for fucking up the landscaping." The flying hockey stops are cool and all, but they leave a definite mark.

"Hey, you wanna get something to eat? I'm starvin' over here." (And still dripping.)

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"yeah i could go for a pile of hay," Dave says. "or some magical apples that taste like friendship or some shit"

What the fuck do magical pony friends even eat?

"important question

"if you eat stuff are you going to like, poop out rainbows"

"If I start shitting rainbows, call a doctor. Or maybe a vet." YT clops up to the bar. "Hey Bar. Can I have, like, one of those pony salads with the daisies and clover and stuff?"

A big bowl materializes, full of the salad YT requested. Looks like this is the kind of thing magical pony friends eat.

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"maybe i should take that sandwich to go," he says. The clothes are mostly clean again, but Dave is not.

"enjoy your bouquet and good luck with the door"

"Shurfin' shafety," YT says. It's supposed to be 'surfing safety' but her mouth is full.

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