Pinkie swallowed down the whipped cream, using her index finger to wipe up the dribble and sticking it her mouth, sucking it off with a ‘pop!’. Pinkie gazed down at the unfortunate person, wrong place, wrong time, and held in a snicker as they plopped into the mud. She pulled herself together and looked at Discord with a straight face. “They could’ve had somewhere important to go. And now they’ll be covered in…” she snorted, “mud!” She burst out into laughter.
Discord grinned brightly, happy to have made her laugh at his little prank. At least, his own version, anyway. Taking another scoop of the ice cream, he looked over at her. “See? Lots of perspective. Tons!” a pause and his gaze found the unforchunate mud victim, “Though their perspective seems rather limited, don’t you think?” he giggled and tilted his head, smiling rather deviously at her, “At the risk of being turned to stone again, would you like to continue practicing perspective, Pinkie dearest?” he followed up the question with an innocent batting of his lashes.
