-Ugh…!

=Oh Spike. Why do you keeping trying them on, if they just make you dizzy?

-Uh, well… Rarity said that getting glasses can be a pretty traumatic experience for some ponies, so I need to show solidarity, or something.

=I’m sure she did. I’d rather you showed solidarity by telling me what you think of these frames.

-They’re fine, I guess.

=Spiiiike…

-Alright, alight! Can I be honest?

=You have my supreme permission.

-All the glasses you’ve tried on make you look like an even bigger dork than before. And I didn’t know that was even possible!

=Thanks. Your support is such a comfort to me, in these traumatic times.

-No problem. Can we go window-shopping afterwards?

=Only if I find something that actually lets me see the windows…

-Just get those, then.

=I thought you said they made me look like a dork?

-Yeah, they do, but don’t worry. I’m used to being seen in public with you by now.

=… Rarity didn’t say anything about wanting a little brother of her own, did she? Maybe that’s a thought for her next birthday, a complete sibling set; twice the fun and understanding…

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Just seemed like how it’d go, knowing those two~