Quillhelm, the brown earth pony bartender, noticed Sandbar heading his way and smirked.
“Oh sure, happy to share—just let me know which part of you’re pretending to be interested in.
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Discord suddenly leaned in between Quillhelm and Sandbar, draping himself over an invisible armrest like he owned the scene.
“Oh, do be specific, Sandbar! Quillhelm’s tragic backstory? His secret smoothie recipes? Or perhaps his deep emotional journey of learning to tolerate other ponies?”
He waggled his eyebrows and conjured a scroll labeled “Quillhelm: The Uncut Director’s Edition.”
“Pick a chapter. I’ve got popcorn.”
Discord glanced between Wind Walker and ExplosionMare, then turned his attention to Rapid and the unusually fiery “Fluttershy.”
“My, my… Fluttershy’s got quite the spark today,” he chuckled, clearly enjoying the shift in energy.
He held up the glowing spell book with flair, addressing the nervous mare with exaggerated reassurance.
“Oh please, this is perfectly safe. I wouldn’t waste good bits on a dud—just because everyone’s too scared to have a little fun.”
His grin widened as the book pulsed with eerie light, clearly far too excited to see what would happen next.