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"What can I say?" Amber laid back against her chair with a relaxed, yet playful grin spread across her muzzle. "After all...La vie est une fleur dont l'amour est miel." The pegasus continued, fluently adapting a soft french accent as she spoke. "And you, la chérie, are the sweetest miel I've ever met." 

 

Amber wiggled her eyebrows at her marefriend and giggled before clearing her throat and turning her attention back to the waiter. ​"And, uh, could you add a diet sarsaparilla with that apple cider order, please?" She added, beaming. The waiter simply nodded and disappeared with a full pad of orders.

 

Solar's wings ruffled as she listened to Amber speak French. She had no idea why, but she liked it.

"Oooh," She purred, pattering her hooves on the table, "you're a pretty hot 'miel' yourself~"

 

She smirked as Amber made her order of diet sarsaparilla. "What, no alcohol? C'mon hun, we're on vacation! Get a lil' wild~" She leaned over and gently ruffled her marefriend's mane.

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Solar's wings ruffled as she listened to Amber speak French. She had no idea why, but she liked it.

"Oooh," She purred, pattering her hooves on the table, "you're a pretty hot 'miel' yourself~"

 

She smirked as Amber made her order of diet sarsaparilla. "What, no alcohol? C'mon hun, we're on vacation! Get a lil' wild~" She leaned over and gently ruffled her marefriend's mane.

 

Amber giggled a little at Solar's misuse of the French word for honey, a glint in her crystal blue eyes from the light of the candle on the table. But instead of correcting her or saying anything in response, she simply rolled her eyes knowingly and beamed at Solar. "Oh, you." 

 

Her tongue poked out of her maw ever so slightly as the pegasus felt a familiar hoof running through her mane, and it merely prompted another giggle to form in her throat. Amber sat back in her chair and smiled warmly. "No, I-I shouldn't drink." She said, staring off across the room at the plethora of ponies dining on posh cuisine. "I mean, I've barely even touched a glass of cider since-" She turned her head again with a soft expression. "Just, y'know, I shouldn't drink." The pegasus repeated, placing her forehooves on the table in front of her.