Foalsitting Sounds Like It Hurts {Private} [Dead]

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You know when you have that weird sensation, and you aren't sure whether to be excited about something, or really, really unexcited and throw a massive tantrum? Well... probably not, but Shawnie Spence definitely knew that feeling this afternoon when she arrived home and her mother thusly announced that she would be going out that night, and so Shawnie would have to be foalsat. Foalsat. Now, after Shawnie'd gotten over how weird that sounded and claimed that she wasn't a foal and she didn't intend on being sat on in any case, it started dawning on her that she wouldn't physically be able to prevent this fate from becoming a reality. And, even weirder, she wasn't sure whether that bothered her or not. 

I mean, Shawnie wasn't one to throw a tantrum or a huge hissy fit, considering such behaviour to be typical of ponies who were much younger than her. Much younger and much dumber, at that. Tantrums wouldn't get you anywhere. They never worked, did they? 

As as she sat in her bedroom, pondering over this, she supposed that it'd be better to be excited. I mean, meeting new ponies was always fun, right? Shawnie was good at it, too! Especially with ponies who were older than her, notably. So, as the minutes ticked by - very literally, as she had a clock on her wall and was staring or squinting at it every five seconds - she fantasised over what her 'foalsitter' may look like. Hey, maybe they were into music, just like she was. Art? Maybe that, too! Twiddling her hooves, she couldn't help but chuckle at her own eagerness to meet this complete stranger. Or at least, she presumed stranger. She'd never been foalsat before - at least not when she could remember - and she didn't often have that many ponies round. Frowning when she thought about this, she shook her head, glancing once more up at the clock, only to notice that ten whole minutes had passed! Her mum was going now!

Flinging her bedroom door open and rushing down the hallway, she met her mother at the doorway. The older mare was smiling down at Shawnie and gave the filly a hug, before opening the door. "You be good to your foalsitter, Shawna." Nodding her head and waving her mum off, she thusly departed, a small slamming noise being made as she did so.

Sighing lightly, Shawnie rolled her eyes, laughing to herself at how her mum always called her 'Shawna'. "No one else does, mum." She mused, making her way into the living room and plopping down onto the sofa. It was only a matter of time now!

[~Silly CC~]

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CC walked into the house, peeking from side to side, and trotted in gently. She set a list down on the kitchen table—the mother had kindly written up a list for her—and looked around, trying to find the grey filly for which the mother had told her to look. This didn't usually happen, she usually got to talk to the filly or colt with the parent around before they left, but she assumed the filly would be pretty calm, then. As she entered the living room, she saw the grey filly sitting there, seeming a bit down. Oh, hey there! she said with a smile, trotting towards the sofa, I'm CC, your foalsitter for the night.

Looking around, she got her surroundings like she usually did when foalsitting somepony for the first time. It was a nice house, very cozy, would be a nice one for active games and activities. Once she decided something was needed to break the ice, she took off her canvas foalsitting bag and pulled out some pencils and paper. D'ya like to draw? she asked with a mouth full of art, finally setting them down before her mouth made them all wet. She always loved to find something similar between herself and those she foalsat, it always made it more fun for the both of them.

Sitting down with pencil in her mouth, she decided to try drawing one of her favorite things to draw: characters from books. She went ahead and tried the good ol' Daring Do. Whaddya think about Daring Do? she said as she drew, trying not to scribble by speaking. She sketched out a head and body, adding a mane and tail next, and then went on to draw wings. After that was finished, she sketched on a safari hat and jacket, finishing up with a crystal pony skull. There! CC said with a satisfied grin, after she finished up some darker outlines, How's that? she asked, pushing the paper towards the filly.

She also wondered about the filly herself, she didn't exactly seem to be a "Shawna" as the mother had written. Adding on to her first inquiry, she also asked if the filly another question, So is your name Shawna? The purple pegasus always checked and made sure the filly or colt actually liked the name their parents called them, else it'd be pretty embarrassing to her.

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After a matter of minutes, staring at the clock seemed to dramatically loose its appeal, so Shawnie stared down at her hooves, adjusting her leg warmer seeing as it was sliding down her grey fur, soon to fall off altogether. Little did the filly realise, but Curtain Call had already made her way inside, and was hunting about for her! Swinging her legs back and forth, she began to get restless, wondering where the mystery guest may be. Maybe she decided she wouldn't do it after all, Shawnie mused to herself, a small smile breaking out across her cheeks. Ha! Maybe she's scared of me! "Or he..." Shawnie wrinkled her nose, shaking her head. Nah, wouldn't be a he. That'd just be... odd.

Now, being snapped out of your thoughts is a scary ordeal, but being suddenly snapped out of your thoughts is waaaay more terrifying! Gasping when CC talked, it took a moment for Shawnie to catch her breath again, looking over at the mare and taking in her features, eyes growing wide. She was rather pretty! Some sort of lilac shade adorned the mare's coat, along with a chocolate brown mane and tail that flowed nicely downwards, curling at the ends. Twitching an eye, Shawnie tried to keep up with what the mare was actually saying, but luckily she caught it all.

Slipping down off the sofa, she landed on the floor with a small thud, gazing at the paper curiously. "Yeah, drawing's pretty fun." The filly agreed, laying down on her front as she watched CC begin to sketch Daring Do. "Oh, she's awesome! I've read most of the books, actually." Shawnie said proudly, puffing her chest out a little in pride, before chuckling at how ridiculous that must look. It seemed this filly picked fun at her childish traits, almost like the mature side of Shawnie was mocking her younger side.

Shawnie gasped when CC finished, the crystal skull in particular catching the filly's eye. "You're not bad at this at all." She mumbled under her breath, running a hoof along the paper gently. Calmly, almost. But when CC asked her next question, it was greeted by an eruption of laughter spilling from Shawnie's mouth. In fact, she had to cover her mouth with her hoof in an effort to stop! "Nah, nah," she started, wiping a stray tear from her eye. "I'm Shawnie. It's only my mum that calls me Shawna. I mean, c'mon, which sounds better, Shawna Spence or Shawnie Spence? I think I'd go with the latter any day." The filly explained, before deciding to comment on CC's name. "So, does See-See," she struggled to say the name now, trying to imagine how it'd be spelt, "stand for anything?" She finished, shrugging her shoulders before glancing back to the paper. "Can I have a go?" She asked, her face lighting up at the prospect of trying to share her artistic skills, too!

[~Silly CC~]

She smiled as the filly complimented her sketch. Thanks, I've just always loved drawing fictitious characters. Hearing that the filly had already read most the books, she grinned; this filly reminded her a lot of her own sister! Art 'n' Soul, CC's own sister, had finished up the Daring Do books with their dad, and was now reading the Artemis Foal series on her own. They couldn't wait for the movie.

Once Shawnie began erupting in laughter, CC couldn't help but turn a little bit red in the face. Yup, she preferred something else, the purple pegasus mused, awaiting the nickname that the filly preferred. Once she said Shawnie, and explained why, she smiled with a nod, That definitely sounds much better. Her ears perked at the question of her own nickname, and she nodded again as she pulled out some colored pencils. Oh, yeah. My real name's Curtain Call. Kinda matches my cutie mark. But I've discovered CC is just a lot easier to say and sign. Her eyes widened a little, remembering the other half of the question, Oh, and you just spell it like it's said—CC. She tapped her hoof twice, one for each matching consonant, making it perfectly clear.

The teen pegasus grinned and slid another piece of paper and a pencil over to Shawnie once she asked the question; CC was excited to see what this pony could do. Art 'n' Soul wasn't that bad at art, either, so maybe she'd find other sibling-like similarities in this filly. How old are you, Shawnie? she asked, curious about it. The filly was quite polite and mature for whatever age she was, almost seeming as if she were close to CC's age. Obviously, she was young enough to need a foalsitter; so CC guessed around ten.

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Still admiring the Daring Do sketch, she curiously looked up at Curtain Call, now knowing the mare's full name. It suited her quite well, and the filly couldn't help but peer at CC's cutiemark, noting that she was rather conveniently named! In fact, that'd always struck Shawnie as being quite odd. Most ponies seemed to be awfully well named; their names usually having some tie to their talents. Almost like their parents knew what they were gonna be or something, huh? Even more startling, the name 'Shawnie', or even just 'Shawna' didn't really have any ties to any type of talent. Or anything, really. It was just a name. Wrinkling her nose, she gazed down at her own light grey flank, now even more curious about what would one day appear there.

"Well, I guess it's nice to meet you, CC." Shawnie saluted the mare; something she'd got into the habit of doing when greeting those older than her. Smiling warmly, she picked up the pencil and adjusted the paper so that she was directly facing it. After this, she thusly began to draw, the pencil scrawling across the page and making some very satisfying etching noises. The filly was also sketching Daring Do - it actually happened to be the cover of the third book. Although parts were slightly out of proportion due to her not having access to a rubber, it ultimately looked pretty good for something a filly had sketched. Blinking her big purple eyes, Shawnie passed the page over to CC, shrugging her shoulders. "It's okay." She commented, although she clearly didn't think very highly of it. "I've done better, but I guess I don't really have the time." At this her gaze darted over towards the clock up on the wall. She only had about three-ish hours before her mother got home, and Shawnie liked being very precise with her artwork. She knew herself very well, clearly.

"I'm nine and three months." The filly answered, raising a brow and chuckling lightly, before adding, "Going on twenty four, of course." To be perfectly frank, by the way the filly spoke, that may not be far from the truth! Not wanting to leave the conversation there, she asked back, "What about you? You don't look too old. I was kinda expecting someone way older!" Shawnie explained, raising her hooves on older, obviously making the naive assumption that older ponies were bigger and taller, despite Shawnie being rather tall for her age!

Eyes travelling away from the room a moment, she gazed out into the hallway, before her eyes fell upon the door that led through to the kitchen. Remembering what her mum had told her about being polite and offering things to the foalsitter, Shawnie asked, "Would you like anything to eat or drink?" Obviously she didn't mention that it was mainly because she was hungry that she offered, otherwise she would've probably forgot!

[~Silly CC~]

CC saluted the filly back, a silly smirk on her face. She really liked this filly, Shawnie really seemed to be an easy one to foalsit. The purple pegasus shrugged, mulling over her name for a while. It is kinda weird, huh? Almost as if some ponies are named just so they pursue a certain career...of course, I do actually love the Arts. She smiled, thinking of all the fun she's had acting and singing and dancing and the like.

When she saw the Daring Do, she smiled. It was good for such a young age—just a little over nine, she was to find out—and CC would love to see what she could do with more time, as she seemed to usually have. CC had this thing where she couldn't usually draw a picture for a really long time, even her best art was done over maybe half-an-hour or an hour at the most. Whaddya mean? That looks awesome! Curtain Call smiled and nodded, tapping the picture lightly.

Only nine and three months? Wow! My sister only just turned ten in March! she said with a grin, finding more and more likable qualities in this filly every minute they spoke. This job was going to be a piece of cake—it wouldn't've even seemed like a job by the end! At the humorous remark, along with the question of her own age (and the assumption), CC said in her own humor, I'm fourteen years and... she counted in her head, seven months old, going on seven of course, with a silly grin, she nudged the filly. She always liked to tease that she acted younger than her age at times, or maybe it was just because she loved caring for younger fillies and colts.

As the filly offered food or drink, she shrugged, but then gave a small, warm smile. I'm guessing you might be, though. How about we make dinner? She stood up and looked towards the kitchen, where the note also lay. Trotting towards the fridge with note in hoof, she asked, Now, what're we to eat?

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Shawnie shuffled about on the hard wooden floor, almost desperate to go someplace else now, being the rather active filly that she was. Well, when I say active, I mean walking. Sport wasn't really a hobby of hers. Nodding her agreement and shrugging her shoulders at the comment about parents naming their children conveniently, she added, "You're not the first pony I've met who's got that, yah know." In truth, loads of ponies in Ponyville were named after what would later become their profession! It was almost like they changed their names when they found their talents... huh. She'd have to look that up sometime.

Shrugging once more at the compliment, her cheeks flushed slightly, although she made no effort to hide it. Flushing didn't come intentionally, of course, so why bother hiding it? Clicking her tongue suddenly, her eyes widened. "Did you just say you're a fan of the arts? So am I!" The filly announced, glad to have made some connections with this pony already! "Are you an actress, CC?" Curtain Call did sound like an actresses name, after all!

Nodding her head once again, it suddenly dawned on Shawnie that CC's sister must be why she was so good with younger ponies. I mean, not that Shawnie would totally be considered 'younger'. "A fourteen year old actress..." She mumbled. That certainly sounded impressive!

Shuffling her legs into another position once again, her eyes lit up when CC mentioned food and drink, and she eagerly jumped to her hooves, following the older mare to the kitchen. Not having seen it before, she glanced at the note curiously, but simply shrugged, not all that bothered about what her mother would've said. To be fair, Shawnie wasn't very close to her mother, and she wasn't about to change that. "Dinner!" Shawnie cheered, rushing over to the cupboards and flinging them open. "D'you like pasta?" She questioned, unloading the cupboard of the packets, all of which contained said food. "I know how to make it myself." The filly announced proudly, chuckling and looking back to CC. It was her decision!

[~Silly CC~]

CC nodded as the filly explained how she'd met others who had very specific names that were quite convenient. She started thinking about that, chuckling at the idea of an Apple who hated apples, a blue Pinkie Pie, or a monotonous Rainbow Dash! Heck, it was a good thing her sister liked art and music, else her name would be deemed unusual for her talent. Good thing she already had a cutie mark of a heart-shaped artist's palette.

She brushed away her absentminded thoughts and looked back to the filly, who was now finding similarity in the Arts. The purple pegasus grinned and hoof-bumped the filly, glad to find Shawnie liked more than just art; maybe this job wouldn't be the only one. CC always found it easier to have multiple sittings when she got along well with the colts or fillies. Heck, she foalsits three little colts and it's only easy because they love Daring Do, Star Colts, and other fun science-fiction stuff. When she was asked about acting, she shrugged and thought about that for a few seconds. Well, I guess...buuuut...it's nothing really professional. A sixth-grade Heart's Warming Eve play, a play based off "Jack and the Beanstalk Pony" last year, Mares and Colts jr.—that's a musical—last year, Beauty and the Timberwolf jr. just last month, and another play this summer. Nothing actually professional, though. she chuckled at the list of plays she'd done only in the past three years—well, she'd had no real plays with actual roles before that—and wondered if the filly had come to any of them, perhaps the city-wide ones that she'd done.

As the filly suggested pasta, CC remembered the last time she foalsat around here. A little orange filly with sunshine-yellow hair, she remembered, and then she thought of the story she'd told. Maybe she could spin up another tale, or even tell Beauty and the Timberwolf tonight. Coming back to the problem at hoof, she checked the note to be sure. Hmm, the pegasus mulled, making sure the mother hadn't said anything about just CC cooking, and finally set the note down again. Looks like you're all set! How about some apples and carrots to go along with it? she said, checking in the fridge after confirmation to the filly that she could make the pasta. Soo, what kind of pasta? CC inquired as she set down the fruits and vegetables. She also went ahead and pulled out the milk—it was good to have milk, though even CC wanted soda. It was just more polite when foalsitting to have milk, or whatever was most "at hoof," she'd learned.

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Shawnie listened with interest as Curtain Call talked about various plays and musicals she'd acted in. Whilst they all had interesting and fun titles - which made Shawnie want to know more about them - she'd never actually heard of any of them, which disheartened the filly a little. Maybe she should stick to art. "That's pretty cool, I guess. You've got to start somewhere, right?" She commented, before adding, "Beauty and the Timberwolf sounds interesting." Smiling as she glanced down at CC's cutie mark once more, the filly admired the mare for not giving up on her dream, as even Shawnie - the all-time lover of street art - had had days when she doubted ever becoming a street artist and living her dream. "I hope you do well." The filly complimented, deciding not to say something cliche like 'never give up on it' and the like.

Putting one of the pasta packets back in the cupboard and closing it carefully, she set the packet - which was spaghetti - down on the side, prodding it with a hoof and smiling. "Carrots and apples sound awesome." She smiled, before lifting up the packet so CC could see. "Tonight, fillies and gentlecolts, we're havin' spaghetti!"

Letting CC drink whatever she fancied, Shawnie set off, getting out a pan to heat the pasta up in, before ripping open the packet and pouring it inside. These were skills Shawnie had had to teach herself, as sometimes her mum didn't cook in the evenings, so it was up to the filly to prepare her own food. And sometimes, her mother's, too. When Shawnie's mother didn't cook for her daughter, it usually meant that she hadn't cooked for herself, either, which regularly worried the filly, and made her more prone to making more than what was enough, as she was never entirely sure whether her mother had eaten lunch or breakfast, either. Shawnie was usually out too much of the day to know for sure.

Turning a knob on the oven and pushing the pan so that it was on top, she turned the heat up and left the pan to heat, trotting over to CC to help chop the vegetables and fruits. Showing her foalsitter where the knives were, she set to work, cutting them into little slices and chunks so they wouldn't ruin the taste of the pasta, but would instead add loads of flavour!

"Do you usually cook at home?" Shawnie asked, seemingly out of no where. Having to cook herself a lot always made her curious about whether others did the same. Continuing as she spoke, she glanced up at CC expectantly.

[~Silly CC~]

CC nodded to Shawnie, and smiled when she spoke of the interest of a Beauty and the Timberwolf. Oh, it's a great story, I'm sure you'd love it! She said happily, thinking of all the fun times back at school with all her friends. Oh, she missed her friends deeply. They had been trying to put together some sort of get-together, but it hadn't really come up yet. That, and, a few of them were dating. CC pushed that thought away before she started getting too deep in thought, and she instead focused on the filly, who'd just hoped for her best. Thanks, I hope I do well as well, the purple pegasus said with a smile.

Glad the filly liked carrots and apples, she chuckled at the filly's humorous way of announcing spaghetti. She liked spaghetti, mainly without sauce for some reason, and always loved to pile on the Parmesan at home. She definitely wouldn't do that here. It was even hard for her to do that at a friend's house!

She watched the filly skillfully heat up the oven and such for the pasta, and went to trying to chop up the fruits and veggies. She could find the knives, first of all, but felt rather embarrassed to say she really didn't like knives anyways. She had accidentally cut herself somewhat deep on the hoof before...it wasn't fun. Glad to have the help of Shawnie, she allowed her to help cut the produce. The filly, after all, seemed more skillful in the culinary arts than she did. Watching the grey filly dump them into the pasta, CC thought to herself, Well, I don't usually prefer veggies and fruits in my pasta, but hey, this filly probably knows better than I do on this. Why not just let the kid do it? She decided for that, thinking to herself perhaps it would taste a lot better than planned?

The purple pegasus shrugged again, a very common answer from her, as the filly asked about cooking at home. Sure, she could heat up stuff easily, but they never really had the time to let her cook the meal. Eh, mom usually does so, though I can make a mean Mac 'n' Cheese, she said with a slight chuckle. She thought of the many times making Mac 'n' Cheese, and the many times almost burning herself. Ouch, definitely not good.

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Trotting back across the hard wooden floor to the oven, she poured the vegetables and fruits she'd chopped up into the pan, which was now starting to heat and bubble, much to the filly's delight. Returning back to where they'd be chopping, she also carefully lifted the ones CC had been cutting, and poured them in too, using a wooden spoon to stir the veggies around so they covered the spaghetti entirely. Smiling, satisfied with her work, she put the spoon down on the side, deciding to leave the pasta for a while longer.

"Hm," the filly pondered a moment, before asking, "Do you know the story off by heart? It'd sure be interesting to hear." Shawnie smiled, before shrugging. Completely optional, of course. But, with a name like Beauty and the Timberwolf, it sure sounded exciting! What if this so-called 'Beauty' got eaten by a timberwolf? That sounded awesome!

Giggling lightly under her breath, Shawnie couldn't help but feel a little proud of her cooking skills, which she hadn't even meant to acquire on purpose. Actually, when she was younger, if you'd asked her about cooking something, she would've probably laughed at you. Cooking had never really been what she wanted to spend her time on - even now - but it was simply something that'd been mandatory when her mum stopped cooking from time-to-time.

Glancing over at the pan once more, she shoved it over with a hoof, hastily taking it off the heat, as it'd been starting to bubble quite viciously. Chuckling a little sheepishly, she gazed back at Curtain Call, leaning her elbow on the side. "I reckon that we should just leave that to cool down a little while." She announced, before padding across the floor over to the entry to the living room. "Shall we go back in here? You could tell me about that timberwolf story?" The filly asked somewhat eagerly, adding, "I wanna know if Beauty gets eaten, crushed, or anything of that sort." It seemed that Shawnie knew next to nothing about this story, then!

[~Silly CC~]

When the filly asked if she knew the story by heart, she couldn't contain all of her laughter. A small chuckle or two came out between sentences, but she managed most of her cool. OH yeah, for sure. I was in the play. Shawnie! I freaking starred in it! Hah, sorry; I uh...I just really know and love the story. She sheepishly grinned and kept chopping the veggies and fruits, sighing a little and trying to regain her cool. Darnit! she thought as notes from one of the songs escaped through her closed lips as a soft hum, and she clopped one of her back hooves as a little foal would during a tantrum. Those songs would be stuck in her head until at least next year, probably forever.

You like Princess stories, right? She added, hoping the filly wasn't against those and thought them too "filly-ish." Hay, she herself could sing along with half the songs in every princess musical, especially some of the newer ones. But, that wasn't to say CC was all princesses and flowers and stuff, but she didn't mind dressing like a princess for a play. Oh, that hoop skirt...

But the actress digressed. She took a whiff of the scents from the pan and smiled. Sweet Celestia, if it tasted as good as it smelled, this filly was a genius cook. She looked forward to eating it, but she was sure this filly knew what she was doing. Following the filly into the other room, she lowered herself down and folded her hooves underneath her. She chuckled as the filly explained gory wats that Beauty could die, she was really enjoying this filly's company.

Not exactly... she said, diverting her eyes towards a wall and back to the filly. But it does have some real wolves that attack Beauty and her father, along with some talking castle items! There's a candlestick, clock, tea set, big dresser, a feather duster, and a lot more! And just wait 'till you hear the music. Too bad I don't have that gramophone record any more... she frowned slightly, remembering how she had to give the record back before the end of the year so she could actually go into the next grade.

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It was always wonderful hearing stories from ponies who were so in love with their talent, and it made a small smile break out across Shawnie's face just listening to the mare. Thinking for a while longer, the filly started wondering what would happen if the talent you got wasn't one that you enjoyed. Was that even possible? Sounds suckish, she thought to herself, before shrugging and deciding not to let such things worry her. Maybe ponies who don't know what they wanna be have that happen to them.

After her little zoning out session, she snapped back to attention, listening to Curtain Call ask her questions. I hope I didn't miss any earlier!, she mumbled mentally. "Princess stories are fine, I guess. I mean, I'm not the biggest fan, but I have nothing against 'em." It was already abundantly obvious by now that CC rather liked stories of the sort, which made the filly chuckle lightly to herself. CC sure seemed a lot younger than she was for some reason, but that almost made Shawnie like her more. She admired her for not being afraid to be childish, but as an actress she supposed that was mandatory. In fact, that almost made Shawnie and CC alike, seeing as they both didn't care what others thought about them, they were just content being themselves.

Passing through the doorway into the living room, the filly sat down on the wooden floor once more, coming to the abrupt conclusion that sofas were overrated. All too true. Still listening, the filly's ears lowered when she heard that Beauty didn't die in an overly frightening and gory way, but she seemed to perk up again at the mention of wolves. Heck, even the alive talking candle stick and co sounded rather amusing, causing Shawnie to smirk and giggle some. "Music? That's awesome! So it's a musical!" The filly exclaimed, not quite remembering whether she'd been told this before, but she didn't care either way.

"Okay, okay," the filly started, clearing her throat. "Here's my theory." The smirk still upon her face, she began telling the perilous tale of Beauty and the Timberwolf - Shawnie Spence style. "So this Beauty girl or whatever runs away from this haunted house which she's been raised in, which just so happens to be in the middle of the Everfree Forest. It's haunted 'cause of some terrifying talking kitchen appliances and clocks and all, who tormented her and her father so much, that her daddy tried to run away too, but he got eaten by blood-thirsty wolves." Catching her breath, the filly prepared to continue. "Beauty then took a hint and ran away too, also runnin' into these wolves who tried to rip her to shreds, but this timberwolf saved her." Pausing, she suddenly thought it rather odd that a timberwolf would save a girl from being attacked by wolves. However, she decided to improvise on this. "Now, this timberwolf had to settle a score with these wolves, seein' as they bully him about how he's not a proper wolf like them, seein' as he's made outta wood. So he kills 'em - loads of blood involved - but then Beauty gets scared of 'im and runs away, when really he loved her or something. So it's a tragic love story. The end." Princess tales always seemed to involve some sort of romance, so Shawnie quickly spiced the story up by adding that in at the very end. Looking up at CC, she mused, "I'm aware that it's probably very different from the heartfelt story that you came to love." Well, that was certainly... interesting.

[~Silly CC~]

CC couldn't help but burst out laughing as the filly finished the story. Now that would've been a crazy play in which to act. As her laughter died down, thanks to a stifling hoof, she then took a deep breath and grinned at the filly. Well...no. I wish that was a real movie, but ya know, we did this play for little fillies and colts as well. So...yeah, uh, nope that's not exactly the story. She grinned with a silly expression on her face and then calmed herself.

Looking at the filly, she smiled warmly. Im not sure I'll get the entire story out before dinner, so why not leave you on a cliff hanger? Sighing a little, trying to remember the prelude to the story, she then closed her eyes to get into character. Seeing as she could really entertain this filly, she opened her eyes abruptly and grinned widely. You got a costume closet or something I could borrow? Even just a few blankets would work, like a purple one and a black one, maybe a blue one and then a blue apron? I dunno, I'm just rattling off some easy substitutes for the costumes we made. Remembering those costumes, she smiled again.

The smell of the noodles was so tantalizing, she almost wanted to just start the story after the meal. Thinking of something she often had with pasta, she topped her question pile with another. Hey, do you have breadsticks as well? I could heat up a few for us, maybe put some butter and garlic salt on them, make something really good to go with that awesome-smelling pasta.

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Shawnie had half expected some sort of stunned silence, but it seemed that Curtain Call was too full of surprises. Instead of silence, Shawnie got bombarded with various questions, mostly about costumes? Blinking her large purple eyes, the filly beamed, suddenly realising what CC was on about. They were gonna put on a show! Or, at least, CC was going to.

Chuckling a little in excitement, it then occurred to Shawnie that she'd never actually seen a theatre production, and although this wasn't going to have perfect costumes and loads of cast, it still made a ripple of anticipation run down the filly's spine. She was going to help an actress with her performance! Mulling over the questions in her head for a few seconds, her ears perked up at the mention of a blue apron. Her mum owned a blue, floral apron! It was a hideous thing, to be fair, but that was mostly due to the small earth pony's dislike of the colour blue. Hopefully it'd satisfy CC. Nodding her head, she began to voice this development. "Yeah, my mum owns a blue apron, and we should have a few blankets dotted around." As she said this, she dipped her head towards a blanket hanging off one of the sofas.

Although she hadn't mentioned it, it was quite clear that Shawnie didn't have anything like a 'costume closet'. The filly had never been particularly fussed in her younger years, and that certainly wasn't about to change. Nah, she'd prefer to invest in spray paints over a frilly dress. Despite this, however, she'd taken a liking to a ninja outfit once, much to the dismay of her mother. Needless to say, no money had been spent that day.

Blinking once more, she glanced over as Curtain Call continued. Do we have any breadsticks?, Shawnie thought to herself, shrugging her shoulders when an obvious answer didn't spring to mind. "Um, about the breadsticks," she began, "we'd have to check. I honestly have no clue what my mum buys." Almost like her stomach's gears had started turning at the mention of food, it rumbled quite loudly, and the filly chuckled. "Yep, that pasta does smell pretty darn good. Let's go get the grub." The filly hopped to her hooves, trotting bouncily towards the kitchen doorway. The pasta was probably done by now, same with the vegetables.

Surely enough, when Shawnie inspected the pan, the spaghetti was indeed ready. In fact, maybe a little too ready. Some spaghetti had exploded out of the pan, flopping lazily over the top. Raising a brow, she scooped up a strand of the finely cut pasta and popped it into her mouth. Swallowing a second later, she smiled. Nah, it was still good. Turning round to face CC, she announced, "The pasta's ready for consumption, and has undergone all necessary tests to make sure it will satisfy." Smirking a little at the snarky joke, she rushed over to drawer, taking out two bowls and putting them on the side. After this, she began pouring spaghetti into each bowl, trying to be as even as possible, before adding the vegetables on top. Sniffing at hers a little, she hummed to herself in excitement. Eating was super fun! "Here you go." Shawnie gave CC a bowl, before taking her own and making her way across the wooden floor to the table in the corner of the room.

However, once she'd set it down on the table, she gazed back expectantly at CC. "Time to find those breadsticks, eh?" Before waiting for a reply, she trotted over to the cupboard which had contained the pasta. Probably a sensible place to start the search, right?