"We're not lost!"
"Yes, we are! Oh, we'll never learn to be cartographers if we can't even read a silly old map!"
"That's not what cartography is, Scootaloo, and besides, we said we were gonna be adventure ponies!"
"No we didn't!"
"Uh, yes we did!"
"Why do we need to be anything? We already have our cutie marks!"
"That's not the point!"
As you approach the fillies' argument only seems to grow more heated. You notice they're not even holding the map the right side up.
"Uhh..."
They all fix their gaze on you.
"Can we help you?" The one with the clean white coat asks you.
"Actually... I was just looking for directions to somewhere I could stay for the night."
The one with the little red bow in her hair perks up, seemingly caught by some great revelation.
"Hey! This is perfect! We can show you around! Set you up someplace fer the night - make your visit real accomodatin'!"
"Oh, no, that's alright! I just wanted to-"
"No, I insist! What do you girls say?"
The orange filly - you seem to remember her being referred to as Scootaloo - is filled with a burst of excitement.
"Hey! He can stay in our clubhouse! It's not like we use it at night!"
"That's a great idea, Scootaloo! Oh, we could have a slumber party! This is so exciting!"
You remain still as the fillies prance around you excitedly.
You're not sure you signed up for a slumber party but you're not going to turn down small town hospitality.
The fillies introduce themselves - Apple Bloom, Scootaloo, and Sweetie Belle, and you introduce yourself.
After an exhaustive tour of Ponyville proper and a quick pit stop to try some "famous" Ponyville carrots and sweet treats, the evening is drawing closer and the three fillies show you the way through the orchard and to their little treehouse.
It is little, but admittedly quite comfy once you're inside and four sets of blankets and pillows are laid out in preparation.
They tell you everything - from what they've been doing at school, to their favorite places to frequent in town, to their favorite foods. It's like they're taking advantage of having somepony who'll listen to what they have to say.
You notice Scootaloo is a little... off, though. She increasingly involves herself less in the conversations, rubbing her stomach and wincing to herself.
"Girls?"
"Yeah, Scootaloo?"
"I'm not feeling so good. I think it was... ugh... something I ate!"
"Now you mention it." Sweetie Belle chimes in, "My tummy's a little grumbly, too."
"How about yours, Peppermint?"
"It's fine."
"Hm. I'll bet it was those school lunches again!"
"Right! Half the stuff they give us barely resembles food! It's probably made of cardboard or somethin'!"
Eventually, it seems that nondescript pain becomes a very clearly sourced one; all at once the three fillies come to the same conclusion:
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