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TLA 3 - The Edible, Inebriated Appeal

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       The Blue Mare, in what Twilight Sparkle was sure was false advertising, had its walls painted in an array of seductive reds. Gold trim bordered all the rooms and doorways, including the fake windows that dotted the walls. The small alcoves were home to an array of roses and other romantic flowers, which were accented with the complex floral pattern on the carpeting, with its green vines and red flowers. It was the perfect spot for a romantic evening.

       "It's a bit much, isn't it?" Cheerilee asked, her voice tinged with boredom. Twilight snapped back to attention as the schoolteacher went on. "I swear, I read the exact same kind of restaurant description in all my books, and this place looks like it was lifted right off the pages."

       "And what's with the name, 'The Blue Mare?' It sounds like a bar in Canterlot," Twilight added, taking a long, exaggerated sip from her small glass of wine. A stock smile was plastered on her face, hiding the very fact that The Blue Mare was a bar in Canterlot. A bar for fillies. A bar for fillies who liked other fillies. They had the best Maregaritas.

       "They have the best Maregaritas," Cheerilee smiled, giving Twilight a conspiratorial wink. The poor girl gagged so hard on her drink that she nearly gave Cheerilee an impromptu shower, but instead decided it would be better to drown in her own embarrassment and started coughing and sputtering into her magically levitating napkin. Cheerilee's hoof dove for her own napkin, hesitating on passing it to Twilight or not as she ignored the looks from the other tables.

       "I'm fi–" Twilight coughed, trying desperately to calm down. "Fine," she guttered out, her voice a little hoarse. Cheerilee, on the other hoof, was failing spectacularly at keeping her face straight as Twilight kept her face hidden in the scarlet napkin. "I didn't think you made it out of Ponyville much."

       "I'm a little older than you, Twilight, and I've had plenty of opportunity to see Equestria myself. I did have to go to college to become a teacher, after all." Cheerilee smiled, her eyes wandering toward the ceiling in thought. "Everypony should visit Canterlot at least once in their lives, don't you think?"

       Twilight straightened up immediately as the subject of her hometown came up. "Oh yes!" she beamed, her voice still carrying a bit of grunting to it. "The knowledge, the sophistication, the atmosphere–"

       "The late night parties, all those wonderfully toned unicorns..." Cheerilee smiled, a sly smile growing wider as her date's face grew terribly white, then red, then white again. "Oh ho, Twilight, I'm kidding," Cheerilee comforted. "Sort of," she relented. Twilight stared at the empty table in front of her, her eyes finding the cross stitch on the tablecloth to be exceptionally fascinating. By the intensity of her focus, one might have expected her to find the code to all of magicdom in it. "Twilight?"

       Looking up slightly, Twilight gave a pitiful smile. "I never partied much when I was younger."

       "I'm not surprised, Twilight. I was a mare with no expectations, but you were Princess Celestia's personal purple pupil pony!"

       "Try saying that five times fast," Twilight choked out, her voice finally returning to normal. Cheerilee took this with a smile, but Twilight wasn't looking at her. Looking beyond Cheerilee, she noticed another mare that looked a lot like the schoolteacher, but obviously older, with a darker tone to her coat. She gave Twilight the biggest smile and a little wave, which the unicorn was about to return when the waiter appeared, slipping her portabella mushroom burger on the table.

       "Apologies about the wait, ma'dams," the green stallion smiled, his horn letting down Cheerilee's full salad down in front of her. "If there is anything more I can get you, please do not hesitate to ask," he smiled, before turning to go.

       "Oh, waiter, I did have something to ask. I seem to be out of wine, so if you'd be so kind..." Twilight began, but the waiter was quick to produce a bottle. Smiling, Twilight raised her glass, which the auburn-haired stallion quickly filled. "Thank you."

       "Would you like me to leave the bottle?"

       Twilight looked unsure, but Cheerilee placed her hoof on his outstretched foreleg, gently coaxing him to leave it on the table. "Yes, please. That way we don't have to track you down later if we're feeling a bit parched."

       With a pause and a smile, the green stallion left the bottle. "Let me know if you need anything else." With that, the pony was off, disappearing behind one of the many walls that divided the sections of the restaurant.

       "Don't we have to pay extra for the bottle?" Twilight asked, suspiciously eying the tall glass bottle, tinged with green glass with a very deep red liquid inside, tinted into a purple color..

       Cheerilee smiled, tipping her glass back as she sipped her wine. "It's on me Twilight. I really don't get out much, so even on a teacher's salary, I have quite a few bits saved for nights out like this!" Twilight seemed unsure, picking up her knife and fork with her magic and attempting to cut into her mushroom burger instead of dwelling on it. "It's really alright, Twilight." However, Twilight's brow was furrowed as she continued to attempt to cut through her mushroom, the knife speeding up it's cutting motion as the unicorn's horn flared. "Twilight, dear, you might want to–"

       "It's alright, Cheerilee, I got this just fine. The burger is just– really tough!" Beads of sweat started to appear on her brow as the blade swished back and forth, rubbing uselessly against the rubbery texture of the mushroom. "How do they expect anypony to eat this if a knife can't even cut through it?"

       Cheerilee smiled, leaning her head on her hoof as she watched Twilight work much too hard at cutting her burger into manageable pieces. Pushing her mane to one side, she reached out to her date. "Twilight, you're using the wrong side of the knife." Placing her hoof on Twilight's leg, Cheerilee didn't expect what happened next.

       The knife turned into a rocket.

       Suddenly a ballistic weapon, Twilight's knife careened off the mushroom steak-burger and into the open air near Cheerilee's head, severing a large lock of her hair. Whizzing past the aged mare behind Cheerilee, the knife found itself heading for the only real window in the room, thankfully left open to let the afternoon breeze in.

       The knife soared across Ponyville, seeking out loose manes in its quest for slicing justice. Whipping about, nopony's mane was safe. It gave Hokey Smokes a buzz cut, shaved half of Ace's mutton chops, and gave Rabbit Foot the best mustache trim he ever had. And it cleared the village and headed into the Everfree forest, where it would eventually befriend a sea serpent and have adventures. It was a good life for the knife.

       Elsewhere, Twilight gaped numbly at the lock of pink and puce hair that had fallen in the salad. Cheerilee reached slowly to her mane, finding about six inches of space where her mane had been just moments ago. Her eyes trailed downward, her ruined salad buried under a sea of pink. The restaurant patrons around them stared at the ponies in silent judgment of their crimes against normalcy.

       Slowly, Cheerilee raised her hoof up, and within moments the green stallion had returned. "Uh, mm. Waiter?"

       "Yes?" He asked, having witnessed the entire spectacle. Twilight still stared off into space, unbelieving of what had just transpired. Cheerilee motioned slowly to her plate.

       "I believe... that there is some hair in my salad."

       "I can see that. Would you like me to ask the chef to make you a new one. On the house, of course."

       Cheerilee nodded dumbly. "That would be great, thank you."

       With a spark of his horn, the waiter picked up the salad in a wash of red-orange magic, giving the two mares a smile. "If there is anything else I can get you two, just let me kno–"

       "Wine!" Cheerilee blurted out. Twilight's eyes shifted to the bottle already on the table. Cheerilee's voice stayed calm and steady, her eyes deadlocked on the waiter's. "More wine. Please."

       "Of course, Ma'dam."

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       A new knife and a new salad later, and the two mares were quickly going nowhere in their date. Twilight's eyes found the table legs of their fellow patrons to be the most fascinating thing this side of Canterlot. Cheerilee had been focused on the fact that she kept lifting her hooves on the table with singular strands of pink hair stuck to her fuchsia coat. Subconsciously, Cheerilee reached for the part of her mane that currently existed as salad dressing in the trash, nicking the side of her neck as she did. "Ssst, ow," Cheerilee breathed, finding a small cut on the side of her neck.

       At the sound of contained pain, Twilight's eyes immediately snapped back to Cheerilee. "Oh no. Oh no, no, Cheerilee! Did I hurt you?"

       Putting her hoof back on the table a bit too quickly, Cheerilee shook her head. "It's nothing, Twilight. A small little cut– I don't think I'm even bleeding." However, she hadn't finished her sentence when suddenly she found her personal space completely ignored by Twilight as she examined Cheerilee's neck. "T-Twilight Sparkle!"

       "Hold still and let me look at it," Twilight muttered, her eyes looking at every detail of Cheerilee's neck. Logically, she started where Cheerilee's mane had mysteriously stopped, and quickly found a small laceration. "Oh no, this is serious," she said, her voice barely above a whisper.

       Cheerilee's hoof quickly shoved itself between Twilight and her injury, her eyes quickly darting at everypony that was currently watching them. Which was, in fact, everypony. "Twilight, please, I'm fine." Cheerilee had never had a single part of her body encased in magic before, and the sensation of having a limb completely cut off from her control was, to be fair, distressing. Twilight's magic gripped the schooteacher's hoof and moved it from her prying gaze, Twilight's muzzle a hair's breadth away from Cheerilee's neck, her hot breath rolling down the Earth pony's chest. "T-t-t-t-Twilight!"

       Cheerilee and Twilight Sparkle were sat up against the side wall of the room, disallowing anypony from getting an accurate view of what the two mares were doing. Twilight's mane obscured her face and her whispering was nigh inaudible to the curious ponies that surrounded them. "Don't worry, Cheerilee, I know what I'm doing. I'll fix this."

       "Now is neither the time nor place, Twilight...!" Cheerilee trailed, her voice growing louder and higher as she spoke. Undeterred, Twilight dove ever closer to the cut, her horn starting to glow.

       "Just a moment, Cheerilee! I found out a new spell that's perfect for cuts like this," Twilight whispered, her attention focused completely on the task at hand and not at all on the fact she looked like she was moving in on Cheerilee's neck. "Mmm, yes." Twilight said, slightly louder. "How's that feel?" The magic started to take effect around the wound, filling Cheerilee with an odd sense of pleasure.

       "O-uh-uh–Oh!" she mumbled, her eyes falling into half moons. "Twilight, whatever you're doing you have my express permission to keep going."

       Twilight giggled despite herself– Cheerilee was such a willing participant when she wanted to be! Newly determined to make up for her mistake, Twilight focused on repairing the skin around the cut, pulling the severed bonds back together. Despite the size of the cut, the spell was causing strain on the unicorn, causing beads of sweat to form on her brow. Her muscles started to strain from the pressure, and her breathing started to become slightly labored. Cheerilee could only moan slightly as the healing process reverberated from her neck where Twilight was working her magic.

       "Twilight, please, just–" It was endorphins, that much was sure. "Don't stop." However, magically infused endorphins were probably a very dangerous substance. "Keep doing what you're doing and– and!" Likely the very reason the spell wasn't performed by medical professionals. "Ooo, dear. That's nice." That or their exceeding difficulty, as Twilight's breaths were becoming increasingly more labored, and she was almost gasping for air as she knitted the skin back together. "Nnnnnngh." Quite possibly, the medical professionals that did know and used the spell would know to keep all attempts at healing magic sequestered away into private seeing rooms. "Twilight..." Away from from public spectacle.

       "Finished!" Twilight gasped, her head snapping back to its neutral position. Wiping the sweat from her brow with a free hoof, Twilight wearily returned to her seat. "See! I made it all better!"

       Cheerilee's eyes fluttered, her neck still craned back from her moment. "I... yes, Twilight." Coughing uneasily, her brain started to whirr back to life. "Yes, um. Thank you." Tentatively, Cheerilee reached her hoof up to the spot where the cut had been. A few careful rubs on the prickling area of skin was enough to confirm that any damage that had been done was completely fixed. "Wow, I've... never had that happen before."

       "I learn a lot of things from books."

       "You're really good at putting it into practice then. That's really exciting, Twilight."

       "Did I ever tell you about what I learned about running from a book?" Twilight beamed, her conversational partner suddenly looking around the restaurant. "I'm just so glad I could fix my error earlier."

       "I really thought you were just trying to..." Cheerilee locked eyes with the waiter, who was standing across the room with a dumb look on his face. "To kiss it and make it better..." She looked at another pony across the aisle from her. That pony was staring at her, too.

       Everypony was looking at them. None of them were talking.

       "Oh... Horseapples."

       "What?" Twilight asked, her attention finally diverting toward the rest of the ponies. "Oh! Um." Twilight's eyebrow furrowed as everypony in the vicinity quickly delved back into the food, not wishing to make eye contact with her. As the entire restaurant flooded back into a din of chatter, Twilight looked back at Cheerilee. "What was that about?"

       "I... um..." Cheerilee's face was redder than Big Mac. "Oh dear, Twilight I think you got their attention."

       "What? You mean with my spell?" Twilight asked, before gesturing to the table next to her, where two stallions were enjoying dinner. The pegasus and the unicorn quickly looked up, their eyes filled with stars as Twilight addressed them. "Excuse me sirs, were you interested in what I was doing? If you'd like, I could show you," Twilight gestured to the unicorn, "how to do it for you!"

       "Wh-what!?" the midnight blue pegasus sputtered. Looking over to the peach colored unicorn, he was almost equally horrified at the gigantic grin on his mate's face. "You can't be serious."

       The stallion unicorn shrugged. "Aw, Canvas, she's asking. It's only polite to humor her!" the unicorn smiled. Canvas hid himself behind his canary yellow mane and whimpered.

       Cheerilee reached over to Twilight and, after making a quick check for flying cutlery, placed a calming hoof on Twilight's leg. "Twilight, um, I don't think they know what you mean."

       Leaning back to her own table, Twilight gave Cheerilee an incredulous look. "Well, what else could they think I mean?" Looking over at their neighbors, the two ponies quickly saw that the stallions had vacated the premises. "Oh, they're– gone?"

       "Twilight, I'm trying to say that, well," Cheerilee, spun her hooves around one another, trying to come up with the best way to approach Twilight. "What you did was a little... suggestive."

       "They didn't pay their bill– suggestive?" Twilight said, her voice sharp. "What could I have possibly done to be suggestive?"

       Cheerilee's face deadpanned. "You're not serious." This was the mare she was falling for.

       "Of course!" Twilight waved her hooves about, her voice growing a few octaves. "All I did was follow the book's instructions! It said I had to be close to the neck, and make sure to focus on what I was doing. As long as the pony felt good, then I was doing it right!" Twilight raised an eyebrow. "And by the look of your neck, I did it very right."

       "Oh sweet merciful Celestia." Cheerilee buried her head in her hooves. "Twilight, it looked like you were necking me."

       A blank stare. It was like she was back in the classroom. Although she had to admit, teaching general Sex-Ed to ponies generally garnered the same reaction.

       "It means kissing. A lot."

       Twilight's pupils started to dilate.

       "On the neck."

       Twilight began to sweat again.

       "In an extremely sensual fashion."

       Twilight's breathing became fast and sharp.

       Cheerilee raised the bottle of wine and poured it into Twilight's waiting glass. Without waiting for the glass to fill, Twilight's hoof shot out, grabbed her glass, and downed the alcohol within second.

       "Another please."

       Cheerilee did as she was bidden.

       "Another."

       "Twilight..."

       "Please."

       Pour. Drink. Glass hit the table.

       "Another."

       "I might have to order another bottle. How much do you need?"

       "Until I can't feel shame."

       Cheerilee stared at Twilight, the latter's hooves trembling. With a sigh, Cheerilee inwardly cursed her younger, wilder days for the actions she was about to partake in next. "We're going to need stronger wine."

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       "More wine?" the waiter asked, his magic picking up an empty bottle of wine. "Or has your partner here had enough?"

       "Lesssssee 'bout that," Twilight giggled, her hooves over her snout. Every laugh carried a wet rumbling noise that sent her into a further bout of giggles which Cheerilee could only watch in smiling incredulousness. "Mmmmyes! More wine, sirrririrrriiirrrr." Twilight slapped the table with her hoof, nodding with the worst attempt at class the waiter had ever seen.

       "Ma'am?" the green pony asked, turning his attention toward Cheerilee.

       "No, I think I'm fine! Somepony has to walk her home, after all!" Smiling sweetly, she waved off the waiter while he fled to retrieve more social lubricant from the back. "Twilight, are you sure you want another bottle? I know I said I could pay for the dinner, but too much more and we'll be—"

       "S'fine! S'fine, really! I'm the Prinnncesseseses' personal pupple. Pupil," Twilight hicked, blinking off synch. "Do you know how much bits I have saved up!? I could... buy and sell this place! And then have more bits!" Twilight's eyes grew wide. "Ohmigosh! Cheerilee, I could go into real estate!"

       Leaning her head into her hoof, Cheerilee smiled as she witnessed Twilight's downward spiral. "Real estate."

       "Yes! The house market is booming right now in Ponyville and I could buy one, and sell it at a... a... really good price and then have more money! And then I could save Equestria by buying off whatever stupid villainous scheme comes up next."

       "Schemes, Twilight? Really?"

       "Oh yessss. Discord, Chrysalis..." Twilight mumbled... "Um, Nightmare Moon. Oh my gosh, Cheerilee! Nightmare. As in like, a female pony. Like you and me!" Peeling her eyes, Twilight gave the window a suspicious gaze. "She's so clever."

       "Princess Luna? I doubt she'd have much use for money. She is the Princess after all." In some sick part of her mind, Cheerilee was enjoying this. Unfortunately, it was a rather large portion of her mind, to boot.

       "I haveta use the little fillies' room," Twilight suddenly announced, far louder than she had any need to. "I require a map. Blueprints or schematics of the restaurant."

       "You could follow the signs, dear."

       Twilight's eyes narrowed at the small sign that adorned the far wall.

<center><Restrooms →></center>

       Smiling and mumbling excuses through a ferocious blush, Twilight stumbled off through the restaurant. Cheerilee smiled after her. It took her a good fifteen seconds to realize she was watching Twilight's rear end as she walked. Blinking hard, Cheerilee refocused her thoughts as she went over her date. Twilight was a lot of things, but to say she was a boring old bookworm would have quite possibly the worst assessment of her date she ever heard.

       Time passed, and Cheerilee sent the waiter away when he had shown up with the third bottle of wine. "I think she's really had enough, thank you."

       "That was apparent from the fifth glass," the stallion smirked. Cheerilee shot him a look, but he merely trotted off with a smirk on his face. Scowling with a smile, Cheerilee picked herself up off the table and stretched her hooves. Twilight had been gone awhile, and unfortunately, that could have meant she'd find the mare face down in a toilet in the fillies' room.

       Or, as experience had taught her, the colt's room was just as likely.

       Walking in a straight line to the restroom, Cheerilee quickly found nothing in the restroom for fillies. She asked a passing stallion if a lavender unicorn had passed out in the gentlecolt's room, and he mercifully told her that it was clear of any unconscious ponies, male or female.  Wearing a pensive look, she trotted back to her table, fearing the drunken pony may have taken off into the streets. As she rounded the corner to the room they had been sat in, the reality of the situation was much worse.

       "Mother!"

       Twilight Sparkle looked up from not her own table but the one displaced by a few rows, sitting with the spitting image of Cheerilee given twenty years time and a pound of perfume. Waving enthusiastically at her date, Twilight suddenly looked between the two mares. "Ohmigosh! Cheerilee, you got cloned! And old! But young, too!"

       Despite the jab, Cheerilee's mother wore a saintly smile. "Cheerilee, dear, come sit with us. Twilight here was just telling me all about your relationship."

       Taking a step forward, Cheerilee wondered if anypony could lose all the blood in their face and to the point where they would fall unconscious. She would have liked that, right then. Walking with practiced focus, the schoolteacher made her way to her mother's table, her train of thought quickly interrupted as Twilight's hooves fell around her.

       "Cheerilee! I've figured it out. That's your mom!" Twilight said, her snout mere centimeters from Cheerilee's. "When I came back, I thought I had been gone for years, and you waited for me all this time. You're so loyal, Cheerilee. The best mare a girl could ask for!" Burying her head against Cheerilee's chest, Twilight nuzzled deeply in a way a child might a parent. "You waited for me."

       "Um, Twilight, that's not—" Cheerilee cut herself off, focusing her attention on her mother. Mouthing a quick what are you doing here to the matron, she put her hooves around Twilight in an effort to comfort and straighten her.

       "Oh, Cherry. I was just in the neighborhood. I was feeling a bit famished and thought I'd stop by. Really, it's no problem, is it?" Cheerilee could swear she saw a silver tongue flash behind perfect white teeth.

       "Heeheeehee... Cherry. I like that. Cherrylee." Twilight cooed, closing her eyes as she hung loosely on Cheerilee. "Hey Cheerilee Cherrylee~!"

       Cheerilee hoisted Twilight up onto her hooves and smiled vainly through her teeth. "No problem at all, mother. Just wish you could have given me a little warning, is all." She looked at the increasingly inebriated unicorn in her hooves. Twilight was trying desperately to stay vertical despite no longer knowing where was up and what way was down. Gingerly, Cheerilee coaxed Twilight away from her mother. "Come on Twilight, let's get back to the table. We still have to pay."

       "M'not hungry anymore, Cheery." Rolling her eyes, Cheerilee sat Twilight in her chair and moved to the other side of the table so she could keep an eye on her mother. "Oh no! I'm in your chair, Cherrycheeri—" With a hiccup, Twilight finished, "—chonga."

       "As a schoolteacher, I have to teach that it is important to share our things. You can— Cherry what?"

       "Izzzwhat Pinkie Pie wanted. I meant to get her one but she's a baker and I'm not good at cooking..." Twilight mumbled, her eyes searching the tablecloth. "I can't find any books about them either." Sliding her hooves in front of her, Twilight hunched over the table, her eyes peeling. "I think! She mussst've made it up. It's the only explanation."

       Cheerilee fought to hold back her smile–her teacher's intuition told her it would only reinforce Twilight's behavior. Eyeing her own empty wine glass, Cheerilee quickly rebuked it. "She's a baker, like you said. Nothing would ever get made if it had to come from a cookbook."

       Twilight sat up straight. "Of course. Invention! It's the necessity of the mother! No, I mean—" Twilight paused. "Pinkie must need a chonga. She invented it! Ohmygosh! Cherrycheeri... Lee. Pinkie needs her chonga!"

       Cheerilee stared. "Her chonga."

       Slamming her hoof on the table, Twilight brought herself up to her full height. "I must give Pinkie my Chonga!" she declared.

       Cheerilee stole a glance around the room. Everypony was indeed watching them. "And there goes the shame. Twilight! Please come down from there."

       Twilight stared down at her date with a quizzical expression. "Do you want my Chonga as well?"

       Behind her, Cheerilee's mother was currently enacting her impression of what 'chonga' meant. A nearby father covered his son's eyes at the crude display between the knife and the fork. Unlike his flighted cousin, this knife was content to live a sedentary life with its pronged soulmate. It was used to being used in manners not befitting cutlery. What it wasn't used to was enacting an explicit love affair with a fork.

       "Excuse me, ma'am?" a strawberry coated mare with a yellow mane asked. Her cutie mark was the picture of the most perfect cup of coffee. "Could you please put the silverware down? You're disturbing the other customers." With a woeful glance over to Twilight Sparkle, Cheerilee's mother let herself dwell on the fact that she was the disturbing one in public. However, she briefly locked eyes with her daughter. A smile slowly spread over her face as she looked back at her waitress, giving the young mare a once over. "Perhaps I could interest you with some hot coffee while you wait?" Cheerilee's ears twitched as she heard the mare ask her mother that question. The question that haunted her youth. The same question she had heard asked to her mother by Mayor Mare. Mrs. Cake when she was still Ms. Cake. And that Manehatten mare, Orange Julius. And so many, many more.

       Hot Coffee was a dangerous phrase.

       Cheerilee moved faster than her buzzed brain could pick up on. Acting on instinct, she quickly grabbed their bill. Her fidgeting limbs attempted to stabilize Twilight Sparkle as she dragged her date toward the register. "Well, we've certainly had a night, Twiligh—"

       "Yes, mm! I would be interested in your hot coffee."

       "I like coffee," Twilight mused as her eyes began to droop at an alarming rate. "Cherrylee, I wan' some hot coffee," Twilight giggled as she started to move forward.

       "Noooo," Cheerilee started, taking a precautionary glance backwards. It had already begun. Her mother was smoozing over to the unexpecting waitress. She didn't want to know what happened next. "Coffee is a morning drink, Twilight. You'll stunt your growth if you drink it before bed!"

       Twilight grunted. "That's just an old mare's tale..."

       "Oh really? I too, am a huge fan of a little... French Vanilla."

       "Think of how many old mare's tales end up being true!" Cheerilee tried, recalling the events of the Longest Night. "Not everypony can take such risks all the time."

       "That's true. Oh Cheerilee, you know what's... what's best." Twilight snored. She was walking, talking, and generally being an agreeable drunk, and yet she just snored. Cheerilee couldn't help but pause and admire this mare's hidden talents, but a crash from behind bolstered her into action.

       Somepony was about to spill the coffee.
I deleted 'The Edible Appeal' because, quite frankly, I've been told these three chapters do better as a single chapter. It certainly is a bit longer now, isn't it?

This chapter is actually:

The Edible Appeal
The Medical Appeal
The Inebriated Appeal

All brought together in a single chapter. Enjoy!
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