User blog comment:Guildmaster Grovyle/JLE Role Play, Winter 2017-2018/@comment-27161581-20180129202924

Tremare pouts, though the corners of her mouth tilt upwards at Orbit's playful gesture.

Tremare: "No, if ve vanted ooh be approached and flattered vy all ve vannaabe Counts, finking vey vould find a docile mate, ve vould have vhem line up like good ponees, so vat ve might find a suitable candidate."

Nindar glances at the menu, and then at the dance floor, having spotted Orbit dancing with Tremare.

Nindar: "Vit is alviht. Ooh are not used ooh dis diplomat business?"

Far away PB-47's eyes alight, and the flaming jets extend from its hooves once more, taking some time to burn the resin into unpleasant looking, but ineffective char.

Sylvia remains fast asleep, not stirring when Butler approaches, and remaining limp as the pony carries her.

''Having covered some distance, a trio of noodles reach down to accost Goldenheart on their way to gather up the sizable ball of greens the two ponies collected. Despite Force Filly bending it into a long crescent shape, the massive floating platter, doesn't seem immobile in any way. A small dusting of Parmesan cheese covers the abomination now, the creature having absorbed the webbing Spider-Mane leaves around.''