[RGRE-ish] Anon and Twilight eat popcorn


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                                            >You are Anon.

                                            >Tonight is your weekly meet-up night with Twilight.

                                            >It started off, months ago, with you agreeing to let her ask you questions about Earth.

                                            >Sciences, or at least the stuff you studied.

                                            >How your body worked... or at least what you learned when you went on wikipedia at 3 in the morning.

                                            >Society and culture, which you knew a lot about.

                                            >Or, knew very little about.

                                            >You had many opinions about it, anyway, like any good shitposter.

                                            >And papAnon raised a good shitposter.

                                            >Her questions started out with "So tell me about your life".

                                            >Her questions started turning into "So how do you feel about things here, considering your perspective".

                                            >Her questions finally - and most recently - became "So what sort of books do you like".

                                            >You've even heard her mix in a little bit of "So what are you doing Friday night" for flavour.

                                            >Twilight started off as a distant, distracted researcher who was interested in what you had to offer.

                                            >Now, she's a confidant, and she's a friend.

                                            >A good friend.

                                            >She's also a huge nerdy goober, too.

                                            >She'll get so excited over little things that interest her, and her excitement is infectious.

                                            >When she gets worked up over something, you can't help but feel pumped up too.

                                            >And right now, she's in your living-room.

                                            >She brought over her projector, and she's setting up an old-fashioned film as we speak.

                                            >It's only old-fashioned to you, of course - this is ground-breaking cutting-edge technology for Equestria.

                                            >She was confused when you giggled as she broke out the big fat film reel, and you guess you'll cover movie technology next week.

                                            >But right now, you're in the kitchen.

                                            >And you're stalling for time.

                                            >You're staring into your cupboards right now.

                                            >Deep in the back corner, behind the plates and behind the glasses.

                                            >Hidden beneath a stack of fancy napkins you never use.

                                            >It's the last of your Earth popcorn.

                                            >The type you cook over a stove top.

                                            >You like Twilight.

                                            >You want to share this bit of Earth culture with her, and share something with her that you have fond memories of.

                                            >Like your childhood favourite: popcorn.

                                            >You can still remember your dad cooking it whenever you and your brother watched a movie with him.

                                            >He didn't want you making popcorn by yourself, since you were young.

                                            >Not even microwave popcorn.

                                            >He said it would get too hot, and the steam that came out of the bag would burn you.

                                            >And to be fair, he was right; it took you a long time to learn the life lesson of "hot things are hot".

                                            >Anyway, back to the present.

                                            >You want to share this popcorn with Twilight, but this is the last physical piece of proof that you once lived on Earth.

                                            >Back home.

                                            >And if you were to cook this up now...

                                            >...eat it...

                                            >...and throw away the package, that would be like saying goodbye.

                                            >And you don't know if you're ready for that.

                                            >You know you aren't going back home, but it still feels like you're just a tourist on an extended stay in some foreign country.

                                            >You sleep in this building, sure, but it's just some place.

                                            >It's not where your heart is.

                                            >A sad smile spreads across your face as you glance at the brand name.

                                            >Your dad LOVED this one specific brand of stove top popcorn, and he got so angry when the company that made it discontinued it.

                                            >There are probably letters in some forgotten filing cabinet in an abandoned office building that your dad wrote, angrily demanding that they bring the popcorn back.

                                            >But with the advent of the internet, you found a place that sold this stuff.

                                            >The company was based in another country, and they still sold'em there, so you bought a bunch.

                                            >It arrived by mail, and you and your dad shared a bowl of it a few days before he passed away.

                                            >That had been the happiest you'd seen him in a long time, and you're not ashamed to say that you cried when the two of you ate it together.

                                            >So it's not just saying goodbye to home, it's also saying goodbye to your dad.

                                            >...again.

                                            >You nudge a napkin out of the way, and eye up the package out of a sense of nostalgia that these thoughts of your dad brought on.

                                            >It's just like you remembered it.

                                            >It's salted, unlike most popcorn here in Equestria.

                                            >Salt does funny things to ponies when ingested in large amounts.

                                            >Gets them silly, and full of energy.

                                            >It's a weird mixture of being drunk and being high, and it's different for every pony race.

                                            >Salt is required for healthy function, of course, but ponies need much less than a human does.

                                            >Luckily, you have a source for your stash - you NEED one if you want to stay healthy.

                                            >Don't... don't worry about where you get your salt.

                                            >It's not important.

                                            >What IS important is that you're sure you know how Twilight will react to this stuff.

                                            >She'll be all nervous, like you're talking her into agreeing to do ecstasy with you.

                                            >After all, this sort of IS pony-drugs.

                                            >Then, she'll make sure all the doors are locked and the windows are covered up.

                                            >Next, she'll demand that you never tell anypony, which you'll agree to.

                                            >Finally, she'll eat too much, crawl all over you, and fall asleep for 10 hours.

                                            >You've seen unicorns do it.

                                            >There's a reason Rarity still won't look you in the eye when you pass her on the street.

                                            >Your sad smile turns into an amused smirk, and you find yourself almost actually wanting to do this.

                                            >You'd kill to see how cute Twilight would get once she gets affected by the salt.

                                            >"Anon!  Anon, I've got the projector hooked up!  The movie's ready whenever you are!"

                                            >You shout over your shoulder, still standing in front of your secret hiding place.

                                            "Oh yeah?"

                                            >"Yeah!  It's a scary movie, so you... it's okay if you need to snuggle up with me, okay?"

                                            >Tempting.

                                            >You've seen that tuft before, and Twilight was awful flighty about letting you touch it in the past.

                                            >"A-And maybe it'll help you calm down if we read together!  I brought over my book bag with the latest installment of Daring Doo[spoiler]uche[/spoiler] in it!"

                                            >...

                                            >What a fucking goober.

                                            >You know what?

                                            >Maybe it's time that you started considering this place home.

                                            >You know you aren't going back to Earth, and you have ponies here that you truthfully consider your friends.

                                            >And you even have one purple nerd you consider your BEST friend.

                                            >Maybe even more, if you're being honest.

                                            >You can still keep your dad alive in your heart, even when you say goodbye.

                                            >You reach into the cupboard (and have a momentary heart attack when you knock over all your glasses, which honestly almost ruined the moment for you) and grab the last container of popcorn.

                                            "Just a second, Twi!  I'm gonna make a treat for you us to eat real quick!"

                                            >"Oh, neat!  What is it?"

                                            >It's something very special to you.

                                            "I found some popcorn from back home underneath some napkins, Twi.  You want some?"

                                            >There's the sound of something metallic falling down, and then silence.

                                            >"Is... that's the salted stuff, right?"

                                            "Yup."

                                            >More silence.

                                            >"L-Lemme just make sure the windows are covered, okay?  Oh, this is so exciting!"

                                            >Nailed it.