I can't believe how many times now I've written myself into the "I have to actually write a poem or song for Pinkie Pie" corner.
Also, obligatory Octavia. Transcript:
Pinkie Pie: Wait a minute, I got an idea! A real, actual idea! Twilight Sparkle: Oh, good. Those are always preferable. Pinkie Pie: First things first. Are Rarity and the Prince in the ballroom? DM: Ummm… They might eventually meander through it as they walk and talk. Pinkie Pie: When that happens, I storm the stage and get on the mic! DM: The classical band might take an issue with that. Pinkie Pie: Well, one: I wait for a break in their set. Two: I'm a Bard, silly! Who's gonna stop me from doing what I do best? DM: A crowd of disgruntled nobleponies? Pinkie Pie: "Now, ladies and gentlecolts, I'd like to treat you to a special little number – one with no hidden meanings or covert messages whatsoever!!" Rainbow Dash: Oh no…