After night's fallen, Pinkie's a bouncy ball of energy, bouncing all around Cadance in excitement.
"Okay, let me see!" she burbles. "We've been over the games!" She scrambles off toward the game corner, where a large pinata, a board game, and a pin-the-tail on the pony game have been set up. Pinkie crouches over the board and shames the dice gleeful before releasing them, then turns toward Candace, grinning and fluttering her lashes in pursuit of approval.
Then she scampers across the room. "The dances!" she starts an old phonograph going, then springs into a version of the funky chicken before enthusiastically getting into Cadance's face.
"I think this reception will be PERFECT, don't you?"
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"Okay, let me see!" she burbles. "We've been over the games!" She scrambles off toward the game corner, where a large pinata, a board game, and a pin-the-tail on the pony game have been set up. Pinkie crouches over the board and shames the dice gleeful before releasing them, then turns toward Candace, grinning and fluttering her lashes in pursuit of approval.
Then she scampers across the room. "The dances!" she starts an old phonograph going, then springs into a version of the funky chicken before enthusiastically getting into Cadance's face.
"I think this reception will be PERFECT, don't you?"