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[ of course, as it turns out, the one thing that she's forgotten to mention to lyssa was the fact that she didn't really have a convenient method of transportation. all she'd asked for the location & time, thinking that would have been enough. of course it hadn't been.

... oh well.

hooking her small messenger bag-slash-purse on her shoulder, she bids her dad goodbye after reassuring him that she'll be back by ten (yes, yes, don't worry, just the mall--). & promptly feels glad that she left two hours before the time she's supposed to meet lyssa 'cause she just missed the bus & the next one won't be arriving for another half-hour. she settles down, pews & waits. long story short (after she subtracts the bus ride & all the weird things her hair is doing in the humidity), she manages to get to the mall in once piece: none of her organs are missing, her dress isn't ripped up, & no one had shoved her head down a toilet. day's pretty good so far (where's wood to knock on when she needed some?). 'cept the fact that she's probably a few minutes late, but--

... oh well.

she'll apologize to lyssa as soon as she can find him. ]

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[ also throws out her bubbletea cup (which had been long-empty) into the same trash can as she passes it by & trails after lyssa. ]

Okay. When the emergency has been contained.

[ raises a fist, clenching it. ]

I believe in you, friend to all ponies everywhere. Fight!

I'll try my best, ponies' favourite stable boy.

[ gives her a quick wink in reply, keeping his sights on the parking lot that they eventually begin to approach after a few more minutes of waddle-jogging. finds his car without thinking too hard about its whereabouts, opening the door for her before setting his bags in the back seat and circling around to jump into the driver's seat. looks her way, key in the ignition. ]

Ready to go?

[ slips in & quickly puts the seat-belt on after shutting the door. arranging the ponies in her lap so that they'd be comfortable, she gives a nod & a thumbs up. ]

Zoom zoom. [ went the old, old commercial... once upon a time. she remembers watching it with her dad once. maybe she can find it on youtube & have him watch it again? maybe it'll cheer him up... ]

[ & he does go 'zoom zoom' after he pulls out of the parking lot, careful to not push the speed limit too much when out on the streets. still, he doesn't bother to make small talk, allowing the radio to work its magic instead for the duration of their drive.

comes to a halt once they're in front of amanda's apartment building, looking her way once they're set firmly in place. ]

Do you want me to come up with you?

[ peels herself out of the seat & the car (her hair probably poofed & frizzed out even more at the speed, but that's normal when getting a drive from lyssa) before shaking her head. waves a little to signal a goodbye, but seems to remember something last minute.

pokes her head back in. ]

Thanks. I'll see you. [ --later. hopefully. her dad's little fits don't last longer than half a day if she uses her cards right. ]

[ nods, then seems to remember something at the last minute. ]

Oh! [ twists to grab the bag with the ponies in it, wiggling back into place before handing it over to her. ] Here, a gift.

[ accepts & stares down at it in awe. ]

Ponies? [ for her? & not for lyssa's dad or aunt? ]

That's right! All for you. [ leans forward to quickly kiss the end of her nose. ] Now be a good girl and go make your daddy happy again. For the ponies!

[ ~~explodes inside.~~ takes the bag-o'-ponies & cradles them against the plushies. leans out of the car & gives him a small smile. ]

For the ponies. [ she wants to name these right away!! --actually they probably already have names, huh... but maybe there are some that came out of the factory without names & she'll name them for lyssa & her both. she'll take good care of them, thank you!

--the monologue is still continuing when she finally shuts the door & gives it a small pat in additional farewell. ]

[ gives a quick wink and a wave with a hand, though he doesn't move until he sees her inside the building.

as he's driving back to his place he's drumming his fingers on the steering wheel, thinking of what to do next. an idea strikes just as he's exiting the freeway, quickly texting i'm coming over in 40 to a certain someone when stopped at a red light. there's a self-satisfied smile on his face as he pockets his phone and continues his drive home, even if he doesn't plan on staying there for very long. ]