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She's got nothing.

Twilight has gone through every single book in the Milliways library about unicorn magic. Then she went through every book on time magic in general. Then she went through every other book about magic she could find that was in a language she could read. And still, she's got nothing.

What is she going to do? What can she do? It would be bad enough if it was just her and Trixie, but there are dozens of people affected by this. Dozens of people who can't go home, or who can't even remember their homes anymore.

She's miscast spells before, but this may be the worst thing she's ever done.

Slowly, staring disconsolately at her hooves, Twilight shuffles out across the Milliways grounds and into the waiting forest. She only has one pony left to turn to, but her hopes aren't exactly high.

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"You watch it!" Twilight responds testily.

Then: "Wait. Trixie?"

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Trixie blinks and rubs her eyes to see a certain purple unicorn. "Oh... Itsh... itsh you... St- still, watch it...!"

And then it occurs to Trixie that she was asked a question. Being as drunk as Trixie is can have this kind of effect on a mind. "Yesh. I'm Trikshy. And... and you're purple. Purple Shpark."

Twilight boggles.

"...have you been drinking?!"

"N- no. The world ish jush... shpinnin'..." Looks like here's remnants of pride under all the drunk. Trixie nearly loses her balance and stumbles a little.

"You're a third-grader!" Twilight almost shrieks. "What in Equestria were you doing drinking?!"

Trixie huffs in drunken indignation. "I'm... I'm twenty four yearsh old! ...I'm twenty four an... my life ish gone. Gone again. R- rock farm gone."

Trixie just sits down and frowns.

"And if you keep drinking you're going to stunt your growth, then where will you be?"

Trixie takes that question literally. "...Milliwaysh."

Twilight sighs.

"Come on. I dunno if Zecora can fix everything, but she should at least have something that can sober you up."

Trixie looks up at Twilight Sparkle with a blank look on her face. She blinks. "...Who ish that?"

"Zecora. The zebra. The one who--" Twilight shakes her head. "Nevermind. Just follow me."

Trixie vaguely recalls a Zecora. She thinks she sold doorstoppers. Or maybe a door to door stop sign salesman? Nonetheless, Trixie instinctively follows Twilight wherever she takes her.

"...I don't need... need any shtop shinsh."

* * * * * *

Mustard seed and olive brine,
Onions, hot peppers; combine.
Zecora makes this potent mix
and hands a cup of it to Trix.

"About ten minutes it will take,
but then you will be wide awake.
Drink it all down, there's a dear.
Twilight, you may wish to stand clear."

Twilight is all too happy to oblige.

Trixie looks to the drink offered to her. She has absolutely no idea what it is, but it's being offered to her. And since her life still sucks, she's up for it. Using her hooves, when picks the drink up with intense yet wobbly concentration, trying not to fall on the ground. Bottoms up! She gulps it down, being confused at the strange taste.

...A few seconds later, Trixie is screaming/. Just what WAS in this drink anyway!?

In case Trixie fears lest she ignite,
a cauldron of water is pushed into her line of sight.

Trixie sees water. Water seems very good to Trixie right now, so she rushes up to it and plunges her head into the pot, drinking as much of it as she can for a good few seconds. Once she's finished, she shoots her head out of the water and gasps for air, choosing to get her bearings by looking around.

Zecora nods. All is well.
Now Twilight has a tale to tell.

"For full effect, some minutes we must wait.
Why not tell me what brought you to this state?"

Twilight takes a deep breath.

"I was trying to cast an age spell on a potted plant and then Trixie came up and said I couldn't do it and then she challenged me to a contest to see who could cast the spell first and I said yes and we both tried to cast the spell at the same time and then everything went pink and when it was over we were both turned into fillies and a bunch of other people got their ages changed too and I've been trying to figure out how to reverse it all week but I can't find anything and I don't know what to doooooo!"

She breaks off, gasping for breath and choking back tears.

Zecora considers this misadventure.
Alas, to help, she first must censure.

"I tell you both, though it may hurt,
some might call this your just desert."

"What??"

Did Trixie hear right? "Huh?"

"A childish quarrel, it seems to me,
fits the result which here I see."

"Whaddaya mean, 'childish'?" Twilight sounds more than a touch defensive. "It was a legitimate magic duel!"

Trixie can't help but agree with Twilight, even though she's still sobering up.

"Yeah... Magic duelsh are... are sheriolush bushinesh. Unicornsh have them all the t- time."