Feel Better [Anonfilly, Oneshot]


                                            I blame Slows for making this


                                            >Today is a bright and sunny day in Ponyville!

                                            >It's been only a few weeks since you moved here out of the castle

                                            >...you're still not sure why you were in the castle in the first place

                                            >But you were told that everything was "over" and that "he was gone"

                                            >You didn't ask questions, you didn't really care

                                            >But you did care about making lots of friends

                                            >Like your best friend, a filly a little older than you named Roseluck

                                            >You were gonna go see her today, and she was gonna show you her roses in bloom!

                                            >You were so excited, you couldn't even wait to knock on her door

                                            >So here you are, climbing through her window

                                            "Rosy! I'm here! Are you ready for lots of fun?!"

                                            >Instead of jumping like she usually does when you surprise her, she's still in bed

                                            >With your supreme sensibilities, you run over to her side and start shaking her

                                            "Wake up Rosy! We're supposed to play together today!"

                                            >She simply groans, and turns over

                                            >"I don't feel too good, Nonny."

                                            >Her voice sounds like she's been bucking trees with it

                                            >That's not good, but you know a fix!

                                            "Well, I know what always makes me feel better! A grilled cheese sandwich!"

                                            >"I'm pretty sure-"

                                            >But her protests went unheeded, as you were already in her kitchen

                                            >Searching through her cupboards, you find what you're looking for easily

                                            >Wheat bread, not white - white burns way too easy

                                            >Pepper jack cheese, the king of grilled cheese

                                            >Good ol' butter

                                            >You hear her trying to climb out of her bed

                                            "Rosy! You can't get better if you don't stay in bed!"

                                            >Muffled groans are the only reply you get

                                            >You keep looking for all you need

                                            >Pan - located

                                            >And you even find your secret grilled cheese ingredient, the one you've used to take your sandwiches to the next level: garlic

                                            >You start by pressing the garlic and mixing it into the butter

                                            >Slather that right onto the bread - time for the actual cooking

                                            [spoiler]>This is a lot harder with hooves.[/spoiler]

                                            >That was a weird thought

                                            "Makin' grilled cheese~ Cheesy cheesy cheese~ For my friendee~ For my for my friendee~"

                                            >A little song made up on the spot always makes the food taste better

                                            >Slap that first piece of bread on, then the cheese, and the last piece

                                            >When you smell that the bread's toasted, you mouth the handle and flip it

                                            >Almost done, Rosy's gonna feel all better after this

                                            >Smelling that it's finished, you mouth the handle again and flop the sandwich onto the counter

                                            >...right, plates, those are helpful

                                            >Riffling through more cupboards, you find them

                                            >You scoop the finished, beautiful golden brown sandwich onto the plate, and carry it to Roseluck's room

                                            >Aw, she fell back asleep

                                            >You do the only sensible thing, and shake her awake again

                                            "Mmm! Mmm!"

                                            >She wakes up, and turns to you

                                            >"I- thank you, Nonny."

                                            >Yup, still sounds like nails on a chalkboard

                                            >You give her your biggest smile, and she eats the sandwich

                                            >"Thank you, Nonny, but I'm still tired. Maybe we can play-"

                                            "But you promised we could play today!"

                                            >"-play tomorrow. I promise promise."

                                            >You understand, it's no fun to play with a sick pony

                                            >But you pout anyway, you love to play with your friends

                                            "Oh, alright. But you're gonna be feeling better tomorrow! I know it!"

                                            >Grilled cheese always works. You don't know why, it just does.

                                            "See ya later Rosy!"

                                            >You don't even wait for a response, as you go the way you came - out her window.

                                            >Maybe not today, but TOMORROW you'll get to play with Roseluck!

                                            >Your excitement for tomorrow fuels your full on sprint right home

                                            >Getting there, you find yourself a little winded - and a lot hungry

                                            >You, of course, know a magic fix for that

                                            >Grilled cheese sandwiches.