Professor of Creativity at the School of Friendship! Lover of stories, seashells, sparkles, singing, and smiling. Every day is the BEST DAY EVER!
Relationship Status: Pinned to the most sarcastic, stubborn, adorable griffon on the planet.
*When her platter arrived, piled high with golden tacos, dripping with guacamole rivers and salsa avalanches, she clutched it like it was the Holy Grail of Delights.*
TA-DAAAA! BEHOLD! The Crunch of Unity! The Guac of Togetherness! The Taco of Tomorrow!
*She carried it to @mlp_YonaYak’s table.*
*Dave punched it into the terminal.*
“...And your name?”
Silverstream! Professor of Creativity! Also, Taco Innovator! And Honorary Party Commissioner of Ponyville!
“...I’ll call you ‘Stream.’”
PERFECT! This is the beginning of a beautiful friendship.
Right! Grande Crunch Platter, but add glitter ranch on the side. For creativity.
*Dave stared at her.*
It’s, like, metaphorical glitter. But also, we could literally put edible glitter in ranch. Another School of Friendship project!
*Silverstream trotted to the counter. The cashier, a sleepy-looking earth pony with a name tag that read Dave: Taco Enthusiast (Reluctantly), sighed as she approached.*
Hi, Dave! I’d like my usual—wait, do I have a usual? I haven’t been here yet! This is my first Taco Tuesday at the GameCenter! I’m so emotional! Sniff. This calls for something legendary.
*Dave blinked.*
"You… have five seconds before I lose the will to live.”
*Silverstream wheezed, her limbs dangling a good six inches off the ground, but she managed to hug back with all her might.*
I—can’t—breathe—but—I’m—so—EXCITED!
( @mlp_YonaYak )
*She spiraled toward the center of the room, her gaze snagging on a cabinet titled Mega-Mage Quest IV. She gasped so loudly it sounded like a vacuum cleaner turning on.*
Look at those pixels! They’re so tiny! They’re like little square babies living in a box of light! Oh, can you imagine the creativity it took to choose that specific shade of Electric Slime Green?
*Silverstream stood in the doorway for five seconds, her beak pulled into a wide, toothy grin. Then she let out a shriek of pure joy that peaked at a frequency high enough to make the nearby crane game drop its prize.*
Tacos! Games! Colors! I can smell the crunchiness from here!
*She vibrated.*
Is that a salsa fountain? Please tell me there’s a salsa fountain. If there isn't, I will personally invent one as a project for the School of Friendship!
Deal!
( @Gallus )