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Well, She Tried
Spike glanced up from his comic to find a notebook floating over his head. “What? It’s just a—” His eyes bulged at the sight of his own claw-writing. He promptly shoved his nose back into the comic. “J-just a notebook, nothing special. Lemme alone, I’m busy.”
“Oh, no,” Twilight rapped him on the head with the edge of the notebook. “Talk, mister. It looks like scheming, and that never bodes well.”
Rubbing his head, Spike shot her a glare and stepped out of his basket. “What are you talking about? Making plans isn’t a bad thing, I learned it from you.”
Twilight donned her trademark lecturer's expression. “You learned poorly. Might I remind you of when you tried to frame Owlowiscious? Or how about the time you took a cursed book from the castle in the Everfree?”
Spike rolled his eyes. “How about you trying to ‘make’ a friendship problem with Smarty Pants?” Whap, the notebook lightly slapped against his head. “Hey!”
“This is serious!” Twilight flipped through the pages of the notebook. “You can’t just come up with a plan to woo Rarity, Spike. Relationships don’t work that way.”
Claws to hips, Spike said, “This from the pony who thought she could ‘sprinkle information about human culture’ into conversations and become instant friends?”
A splash of pink bloomed across Twilight’s cheeks. “I was under a lot of stress, okay? My point is, you’re not going to win Rarity over by scheming.”
“ ‘Scheming’ is such a harsh word.” Spike raised his claws to form quotes. “I’m just trying to figure out the best way to catch her attention.”
Twilight raised an eyebrow before reading from the notebook. “Become really big and impress her with your muscles?”
“What, too subtle?”
“Spike, we don’t know anything about dragon anatomy.” Twilight waved the notebook at him. “It could take hundreds or even thousands of years just for you to grow to the size of a pony. Rarity isn’t going to live that long.”
“Sure she will, I’ve got it all figured out.” He pointed to her wings. “You’re an alicorn now, and we know from Celestia and Luna that alicorns are immortal.”
Twilight blinked, then glanced at her wings. “Me? Immortal? Spike we don’t know—”
“Think about it, Twilight,” he continued, chin held high. “You represent Magic, but what good is that without the others? Our friends aren't going to die because they’re needed. You watch, in time they’ll all be alicorns and immortal like you. I give it five years tops.”
Twilight facehoofed. “There is so much wrong with that logic. I don’t even know where to begin.”
“Yeah? Well, I have alternatives!”
With another raised eyebrow, Twilight flipped to a different page in the notebook. “ ‘Use my fire breath to create the biggest diamond ever.’ So now what, you think you can just buy love?”
“Of course not! Rarity’s not that shallow.” Spike grinned and rubbed his claws together. “But a little gift never hurt. Besides, it’s practical. If I can make gems with my breath, she’ll never have to go gem hunting again.”
“You don’t even know if your breath can burn hot enough to do that.”
“Not yet.”
Twilight sighed and set the notebook aside. “Spike, if you really think that much of Rarity, why don’t you just ask her out like everypony else?”
His eyes went wide and he frantically shook his head. “I don’t want to be everypony else, I have to be the best!”
“Yes, that was item number forty-two on your list.” Twilight nudged his shoulder with her muzzle. “You don’t need to make all these plans. If Rarity’s going to like you, she’s going to like you.”
“Yeah, because that makes perfect sense.” Spike grabbed the notebook from the floor and held it close to his chest. “You’ll see, Twilight. One of these is bound to work. In fact, you just gave me a great idea.” He pulled out a quill, flopped into his basket and flipped to a blank page. “Maybe if I can get Rarity to see future, big me now she’ll know what’s in store for her! Oh, yeah, I’m liking this one. Just need to get my claws on one of those time scrolls in the Royal Canterlot Library…”
Twilight watched him work for a few seconds, then turned away with a sigh. Perhaps he just needed time to figure things out. Maybe Rarity would find a way to let him down easy.
At least, she hoped so.
“Oh, no,” Twilight rapped him on the head with the edge of the notebook. “Talk, mister. It looks like scheming, and that never bodes well.”
Rubbing his head, Spike shot her a glare and stepped out of his basket. “What are you talking about? Making plans isn’t a bad thing, I learned it from you.”
Twilight donned her trademark lecturer's expression. “You learned poorly. Might I remind you of when you tried to frame Owlowiscious? Or how about the time you took a cursed book from the castle in the Everfree?”
Spike rolled his eyes. “How about you trying to ‘make’ a friendship problem with Smarty Pants?” Whap, the notebook lightly slapped against his head. “Hey!”
“This is serious!” Twilight flipped through the pages of the notebook. “You can’t just come up with a plan to woo Rarity, Spike. Relationships don’t work that way.”
Claws to hips, Spike said, “This from the pony who thought she could ‘sprinkle information about human culture’ into conversations and become instant friends?”
A splash of pink bloomed across Twilight’s cheeks. “I was under a lot of stress, okay? My point is, you’re not going to win Rarity over by scheming.”
“ ‘Scheming’ is such a harsh word.” Spike raised his claws to form quotes. “I’m just trying to figure out the best way to catch her attention.”
Twilight raised an eyebrow before reading from the notebook. “Become really big and impress her with your muscles?”
“What, too subtle?”
“Spike, we don’t know anything about dragon anatomy.” Twilight waved the notebook at him. “It could take hundreds or even thousands of years just for you to grow to the size of a pony. Rarity isn’t going to live that long.”
“Sure she will, I’ve got it all figured out.” He pointed to her wings. “You’re an alicorn now, and we know from Celestia and Luna that alicorns are immortal.”
Twilight blinked, then glanced at her wings. “Me? Immortal? Spike we don’t know—”
“Think about it, Twilight,” he continued, chin held high. “You represent Magic, but what good is that without the others? Our friends aren't going to die because they’re needed. You watch, in time they’ll all be alicorns and immortal like you. I give it five years tops.”
Twilight facehoofed. “There is so much wrong with that logic. I don’t even know where to begin.”
“Yeah? Well, I have alternatives!”
With another raised eyebrow, Twilight flipped to a different page in the notebook. “ ‘Use my fire breath to create the biggest diamond ever.’ So now what, you think you can just buy love?”
“Of course not! Rarity’s not that shallow.” Spike grinned and rubbed his claws together. “But a little gift never hurt. Besides, it’s practical. If I can make gems with my breath, she’ll never have to go gem hunting again.”
“You don’t even know if your breath can burn hot enough to do that.”
“Not yet.”
Twilight sighed and set the notebook aside. “Spike, if you really think that much of Rarity, why don’t you just ask her out like everypony else?”
His eyes went wide and he frantically shook his head. “I don’t want to be everypony else, I have to be the best!”
“Yes, that was item number forty-two on your list.” Twilight nudged his shoulder with her muzzle. “You don’t need to make all these plans. If Rarity’s going to like you, she’s going to like you.”
“Yeah, because that makes perfect sense.” Spike grabbed the notebook from the floor and held it close to his chest. “You’ll see, Twilight. One of these is bound to work. In fact, you just gave me a great idea.” He pulled out a quill, flopped into his basket and flipped to a blank page. “Maybe if I can get Rarity to see future, big me now she’ll know what’s in store for her! Oh, yeah, I’m liking this one. Just need to get my claws on one of those time scrolls in the Royal Canterlot Library…”
Twilight watched him work for a few seconds, then turned away with a sigh. Perhaps he just needed time to figure things out. Maybe Rarity would find a way to let him down easy.
At least, she hoped so.