[hr] Somebody knocked on the study door, and the sound of it was loud enough to make Sunset’s heart skip a beat in surprise. The door began to open with a long, whining creak, which made Princess Twilight—still slouched over a pile of scrolls in her seat next to Sunset—mutter something in her sleep. “Shhh!” Sunset turned to face the noisemaker and reflexively tried to bring a finger to her lips in a shushing gesture. It was too late before she realized she was in Equestria. Spike slipped into the room through the partly-opened door just in time to see Sunset mash her hoof into her mouth and sputter wetly into it. Sunset removed her hoof from her face as gracefully as she could, ignoring the expression of hopeless confusion on the little dragon’s face. “You’ll wake Twilight,” she whispered, as she turned a page on the tome in front of her, nonchalantly. Spike regarded the slumbering alicorn with an unimpressed look. “Don’t worry about her,” he said, not bothering to lower his voice from conversational volume. “When she’s out like this, she’s freaking [i]out[/i]. She’s been pushing herself all week getting ready for your research session together.” “Oh,” said Sunset. Just a little twinge of guilt compelled her to dart her eyes back to Twilight. The slumbering Princess’s mane [i]was[/i] pretty frazzled, and there were dark, baggy spots below her eyes. “You think she’ll be alright?”, asked Sunset. She stopped whispering, but was still afraid to speak at full volume. “Don’t worry about her.” Spike rolled his eyes. “I’m pretty sure that bi-weekly crashes are a part of her natural sleep cycle by now.” Spike stretched one of his little arms up behind his head as he spoke. For some reason, Sunset had to stifle a chuckle. The pose he struck was a bit funny-looking, kind of like when he was a little furry do— [i]Ugh! Darn![/i] Sunset squeezed her eyes shut and shook her head at herself. She really hated the fact that her first impression of Spike was seeing him as a talking puppy. He was really such a charming little gentledrake, but every now and then Sunset would still catch herself thinking of him as a pet or an oddity. “Hey, uhh…” said Spike, breaking the micro-silence. “It’s getting late, and I bet you could use a break. Wanna grab a hot chocolate with me? I know a place near the palace that’s open pretty late.” There might have been something a little funny with how he voiced the question, but Sunset put it out of her mind. She really [i]could[/i] use a pick-me-up, and this [i]would[/i] be a good chance to get to know the little guy better. In fact, this conversation right now might be the first time the two of them talked to each other without Princess Twilight. “Sure, that sounds good to me,” she said. “I could use some fresh air, too. Been stuck in this room forever.” As she got up, Sunset put a bookmark in her place in the tome, and carefully levitated some priceless scrolls out of the way of Twilight’s sleep-drool. Spike held the door open for her, and the two of them set out. “So, how are things at Canterlot High?” Spike asked idly, as they walked through the castle. “It goes on,” said Sunset, smiling. “The girls and I start senior year this fall. Lots of talk about college and ACT scores.” “Ugh, tests!” said Spike. He stuck out his forked tongue and gagged. “Those guys in the mirror world really like their tests, don’t they? I’ve never heard the phrase ‘pop quiz’ used more times than when I was there.” Sunset laughed. “Yeah, that’s one thing I like about Equestria. Among many others.” “Huh,” said Spike, tapping a claw against his chin. “So what’s, like, your favorite thing about Equestria?” “Well, it’s got to be magic, of course,” said Sunset, tapping her horn. “Pshh! That was an easy answer,” said Spike, waving his hand dismissively. “Well maybe this’ll be harder—what’s your favorite thing about being over [i]there?[/i]” “I’ll tell you one thing; it’s definitely [i]not[/i] the cafeteria food.” The two of them shared both a chuckle and a grimace in a way that only shared suffering could afford. Stepping past the two night guards by the palace gates, they made their way to the streets. Sunset’s hooves clipped and clopped satisfyingly on the well-worn cobblestone. “For real, though,” said Sunset, “it’s probably the freedom.” “What do you mean?” Spike said, raising a… brow scale? “Well, everypony in Equestria has a place,” said Sunset, “and there’s a place for everypony. You can really feel the Harmony here.” “Sounds like a great thing to me.” Spike shrugged. “It is! Don’t get me wrong. But it’s… um...” Sunset scrunched her muzzle as she searched for words, and it still felt a little odd that as a pony, she could see the wrinkles on her nose when she did it. “It’s stifling, sometimes. Like I never get to be me, you know? At Canterlot High, I might be making things up as I go, but [i]I’m[/i] the one deciding where to go. Maybe I’ll drive myself into a brick wall, but that’d be [i]me[/i], right? Does that make sense?” Spike pondered the words for a while. “Sorry Sunny,” he finally said, shaking his head a bit. “I think I get what you’re saying, but I don’t think I’d want something like that. No offense at all, you know.” “None taken,” said Sunset. “I know that the life I lead isn’t for everypony. But it makes me happy.” Spike really was a great conversationalist. Sunset was so wrapped up in their idle chit-chat that she was almost surprised when Spike walked up to a very familiar storefront and opened the door. “Hey Joe,” he called out, walking in and holding the door open for Sunset. “Got another late-night study session. Do you have any cocoa on the stove?” “Not at the moment, big guy,” said the stallion at the counter, “but I can have a pot ready in a shake of a—oh, Sunset Shimmer! It’s been an age!” “Hey, Joe,” Sunset smiled, bashfully. “It has been, hasn’t it?” “You and Joe know each other?” said Spike, surprised. “I think everyone who’s studied at Celestia’s School knows Joe. Best place for a coffee at two in the morning.” said Sunset. “But I [i]am[/i] surprised he remembers me.” “I have trouble forgetting names,” said Joe, grinning, “especially when that name scorched a spot into one of my tables with a spell she was trying to get the hang of. Still there, you know.” “Oh my stars,” Sunset felt heat rising into her cheeks. She snatched her bundle of bits from her saddlebags. “I never paid for that, did I?” “It’s nothin’ at all. ‘Sides, it’s a good conversation starter, you know?” said Joe, waving down the bag of money. “Now I know that the big guy is gonna want his cocoa and a bearclaw. What about you, Sunset? Your usual, black coffee with lots of sugar?” “Y-yes,” said Sunset. She realized that she was still holding her bit bag in the air, so she counted out the cost of the order and put the rest away. “Thank you, Joe.” “Nothin’ at all,” he said with a wink as he turned back to his stovetop. When the drinks and Spike’s doughnut were ready, the two of them took their seats at a booth. Out of the corner of her eye, Sunset regarded the hoof-sized black splotch that marred one table’s corners. She had really gotten much better at her entropic transference spells, honestly. As Spike tore into his paper-wrapped pastry, Sunset sipped the dark and aromatic beverage in her mug, and it was exactly how she remembered it. “Wow,” she said. “Some things don’t change, do they?” “No kidding. Joe’s always the best,” said Spike. “Thanks for picking up the bill, by the way.” “It’s nothin’ at all,” she said, imitating Joe’s speech. The two of them shared a chuckle. “Hey Sunset,” said Spike, “I’ve… actually been meaning to have a chat with you before you left.” “Oh?” Sunset saw her own nose scrunch up again. “What’s up, Spike?” “Well, I, uh… need some advice.” The little drake wrung his hands in trepidation. Sunset supposed that it would be odd for a pony to know what that gesture meant, but Twilight—[i]her[/i] Twilight, not the Princess—did it enough to make it familiar to Sunset. “It’s about… you know… relationships. And love and stuff.” Spike sipped his hot chocolate quickly. “Oh, well…” said Sunset, gathering her thoughts. “Honestly, I don’t consider myself an expert on that subject.” “But you have experience, don’t you?” asked Spike. “If by ‘experience’ you mean Flash, then yeah, I’d know what [i]not[/i] to do,” Sunset said. “And I [i]am[/i] seeing someone now, but I still feel like I’m working it out as I go.” She shook her head. “I’m just not the pony for this, Spike. Have you tried talking to the other girls?” Spike rolled his eyes. “Okay,” he said, gesturing with his hands. “We all love Pinkie Pie. And we all love Rainbow Dash. They’re both absolutely great friends. But those mares are [i]not[/i] ready to talk about candlelit dinners.” Sunset chuckled as she thought about her own Dash and Pinkie. “Yeah, I guess you’re right. But what about Applejack?” “I already know what she’s gonna say.” Spike groaned. “Something about how relationships are hard work, and that love is like an appleseed growing up into an orchard.” “Which [i]is[/i] good advice!” Sunset pointed out. “Not what I need, though. I think I already know what to do when you’re [i]in[/i] a relationship. I want to know what to do to… Ugh.” Spike rubbed his face. “Then Twilight.” Sunset was stalling at this point and she knew it. “Twilight knows just about everything. She’ll know what you need.” “Dude. Sunset.” Spike deadpanned at her. “Twilight is basically my big sister. Who the heck goes to their siblings for romance advice? That’s just… awkward!” “Rarity, then?” Spike’s expression twisted. “Well… she… you see, she’s kind of the one… Ugh!” He let his face hit the tabletop, and he groaned a mighty groan. “Oh,” said Sunset. “I do see.” An awkward silence built up, interrupted only when Spike briefly separated his face from the table’s burn mark for the sole purpose of pouring more liquid chocolate into it. “Well,” said Sunset finally. “The people on the other side treat romance… just a little differently. For one thing, we’d probably be in a bar if you were human. And old enough.” “I’m old enough to drink, Sunset,” said Spike. His voice was low, and a little defeated. “Wait, really?” Sunset blinked rapidly in surprise. “Because I know that there’s no legal age here, but—” “I’ve gone wine tasting with Celestia before. Twilight’s parents are technically nobles, so learning table etiquette was kind of required for us. Gotta know your rieslings from your chardonnays.” “Well, drinking at bars is… kinda different?” “How?” snapped Spike. The intensity in his voice surprised Sunset, but then he softened immediately. “Sorry!” he said. “It’s just that… that’s the problem, you know? Ponies assume I’m too young. They don’t think I’d take love seriously.” “I think I understand.” Sunset finished off her coffee and brought the mug down on the table with a clatter. “I’ll… try to give you the same advice I’d give anyone else… not that I can guarantee that it’d be worth anything.” “Thanks, Sunset. That’s really all I need.” For the first time, Sunset noticed how tired he looked, and she wondered what time Pony Joe’s would close. “So, what’s your question?” said Sunset. “I’ll do the best I can.” “I want to know,” said Spike, squeezing one hand into a small fist, “how you can tell love is real?” Sunset thought for a moment. “I… guess… it depends?” Spike looked at her with eyes that could curdle milk. “Okay,” said Sunset, laughing at herself. “Sorry, that was a dumb answer.” Spike huffed a little laugh too. Somehow, this made it a little easier for Sunset to talk. “What I’m trying to say is…” She trailed off, and then had to reorganize her thoughts. “Well, Spike, do you believe in true love?” Spike shrugged. “You mean like, the whole ‘destined to be together’ sort of deal? Yeah, I guess, a little at least.” “Well, in the human world, it’s different,” said Sunset. “Here with Harmony and all, it’s… let’s call it fifty-fifty on whether or not true love for everypony exists or not. Ponies will debate it. But over there, there is no such thing. Or at least, nobody really believes that there’s any such thing.” Spike thought about her words for a long minute. “Okay,” he said. “Go on.” “It changes the way people think about relationships.” Sunset rubbed the back of her head with a hoof. “Like here, we take the phrase ‘special somepony’ pretty seriously. But to humans, it’s kind of only something that kids would say. “I mean, still, relationships are basically the same, I guess. But the difference is… subtle, but important.” Sunset continued. “Most people go into a relationship to… try things out. See if they think they can make it work. And if they can’t, well, there’s that one phrase with the sea and the fish inside of it.” “That’s… really cold,” said Spike. “No, no,” said Sunset. “I must be saying things wrong. It’s not bad, like that.” She idly lifted her mug, only to find it much heavier than when she last left it. Her eyes darted downwards and confirmed that it was, indeed, full again. Joe must have slipped in and refilled it without her noticing. She sipped the steaming coffee. “I mean,” she said, “breakups are still awful. People still go to bars to drown their sorrows and whatnot. If anything else, it happens [i]more[/i], since nobody really expects to find that perfect person anyway.” “But how is any of this… good?” asked Spike. “That’s my point,” said Sunset. “It really isn’t. Love over there is a fair bit more complicated than it is here. But it does teach you a couple of things. For example, it shows you that you really are responsible for the health of your relationships.” “I think I see,” said Spike. “It’s all up to you to make it work.” “Yep,” said Sunset. “Equestria is a world where things tend to… work out. You know, your cutie mark will tell you where to go in life. Doughnut store owners remember your name even after three years. And your heart is the the right place, you're pretty much guaranteed to find somepony you can spend your life with. It's not the same, in the other world. So it’s also up to you to decide: is this relationship worth it? You have to judge if it really makes you happy, or if you would be happier someplace else.” “Okay,” said Spike. His eyes were focused tightly on a point in the middle of the table. Sunset could almost see the gears in his head spinning. “Remember when I was talking about the freedom in the other world? It’s the reason why I choose to stay there,” she said. “I get to choose who I am, who I’ll become, and who I’m with. And I think even here, you have to make that choice. You have to decide for yourself if this is what really makes you happy.” A long quiet passed while Spike stared at his cocoa, as if he were counting the little marshmallows in it. Eventually, he spoke. “Falling in love… is easy,” he said. Spike breathed fire over his mug. The cocoa bubbled, and the marshmallows melted. “Falling out of love is harder, I think.” Spike’s eyes met Sunset’s, and they had in them an understanding that went far beyond his years. For a moment, she could really see what an amazing little guy he was. She smiled, and so did he. “Thanks, Sunset.” said Spike. “I think… that was some really good advice.” “I’m glad it helped. I was just worried that I'd get things wrong. Since I, well, don't know you as well as some of your other friends might.” "I think a little distance is what I needed," he said. "If you can't see the forest for the trees, you need to back up and get perspective." Sunset chuckled. "I like that. I might steal it." Spike hopped off his seat, and started walking to the Joe’s counter. “Let me grab something for Twilight for when she wakes up,” said Spike, “and then we can start heading back. It’s getting stupidly late, and I think even Joe is going to close up shop soon.” “Okay, sounds good!” she said. Sunset looked at her half-empty mug, and she wondered how in the world she was going to get any sleep tonight with a mug and a half of coffee in her. She shrugged. [i]Whatever. Might as well make it two.[/i] She tipped her mug upside-down over her lips, finishing off the rest, before slamming it down and following Spike out the door. [hr]