“Are you sure you want me to send this letter?” Spike asked Twilight as he looked at what she dictated to him.
She looked at him and bit her lower lip. “No.” She muttered. “As soon as you send it… I cannot take it back.” She stood up and started to pace back and forth. “Spike what should I do? The potion that Zecora made will only work if I am honest.”
Spike looked at the letter again. “Well, from what you had me write; you were brutally honest. Kind of graphic too.”
Twilight’s eyes widened and she used her magic to take it from his claws. She read it and started to blush. “I said that?”
“I wrote everything word for word. Like you told me to.” He smirked.
“No! I cannot tell him this.” She crumpled up the scroll and tossed it into the fireplace. She started to pace back and forth in irritation. “What do I do?”
Spike shrugged. “I don’t know, but I wish I had mind bleach.”
“Ha… ha… Very funny Spike.” She rolled her eyes.
“I’m not laughing at all.” He made a face. “Ugh.”
She hung her head and started to sigh loudly. “I’ll have to talk to him face to face.”
Spike shrugged as he walked away from the writing desk. “Yeah, I think that would be better. Will save my claw from getting a cramp from writing. You have a habit of saying too much for one little thing. You can always say you love him for his intelligence and then be done with it.”
Twilight blinked. “Spike? Why didn’t you tell me that to begin with?”
“You just told me to write the letter Twilight, you didn’t ask for my opinion. And I don’t even know who you were writing to.”
She opened her mouth to tell him, but shut it quickly. “Just some pony I know.” She muttered as she blushed.