Backdated to the weekend Beach Party and Birthday Log! \o/

[fierybluebird]

[Marco runs around setting everything up. There's platters of food laid out -- more than enough and some extra as a habit from dealing with Ace and 1600 pirates, a boombox with tons of music, beach volleyball set up, a campfire, and according to Selphie and Marco, fireworks for later. GO NUTS. There will be some threads set up, but you can make your own or do anything! Just remember if the thread gets wild, mark it as NSFW.]

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[kitchenfistfirechaosstyle]

[...that would be really awkward if it were a metaphor, wouldn't it?]

[But speaking of metaphors, sometimes even the finest ground beef would have been better off whole. Some things are the most delicious when served plain!]

I love you, Pinkie. Hyahya, not that I have not been acting like it, but saying it is another thing...

[laughafterme]

[P-Probably???]

...you do?! [She shouldn't be surprised that he does, but hearing it...it's different! What she's really concerned about is what that could possibly encompass. She loves her mom, dad, and sisters, and her BFFs, but this is...different. Just like kissing is very different than a kiss on the cheek!

Why didn't she watch those romance movies with Rarity?!]

[kitchenfistfirechaosstyle]

Would I have seasoned the dish had I not intended to?

[Yeah, he can only stay out of metaphor territory for so long. Two sentences was pretty good...]

[laughafterme]

...uh...no??

[She's not sure if the answer should be yes or no.]

NO WAIT! I change my answer! YES!! [A pause.] Right?!

[kitchenfistfirechaosstyle]

[How kind of her, after he admitted his feelings, to remind him of why he felt that way!]

To put it another way, Pinkie, what have I ever said or done that my heart was not fully behind?

[laughafterme]

Let me see... [Pinkie crosses her arms and thinks over the answer. She takes a few moments before a lightbulb goes off. Somewhere.]

I got it! The answer is...NOTHING!!

[kitchenfistfirechaosstyle]

Hyahya, not in two or three thousand years! And before that, I think I was young enough that it does not count!

[laughafterme]

[Pinkie smiles softly before speaking.]

How can you be sure that you're in love with me? [Because she doesn't exactly know how love really works outside of family and friends.]

[kitchenfistfirechaosstyle]

Some things you simply know. I do not have words for love; I know only what my heart tells me.

[Sorry, Pinkie; it's a journey everyone needs to walk in their own way.]

[laughafterme]

[When you're Pinkie Pie, one does not simply walk.

Pinkie tries to really understand all of this, but she's still uncertain.]

Well, you mean a lot to me, Chammy, like a friend, or sister, or mom, or dad, but more! [A pause] BUT NOT TOO MUCH! But not too little! Juuuuuust right! But...I've never...had a Special Someone before, so... [She looks to him, unsure, but still wearing a nervous smile.]

[kitchenfistfirechaosstyle]

Hyahya, well, there is a first time for everything? [This is why he tends not to get involved in things as a direct participant -- how can you give advice when it so directly concerns you?]

[Nevertheless, he smiles, putting an arm around her shoulders.]

You are a smart woman, with a heart rich and warm as miso soup, with good friends flavoring it like tofu. And the soup is cloudy when stirred, but with time it settles and becomes clearer.

[laughafterme]

[Pinkie nods at all those metaphors, even though she doesn't know what miso is.]

As long as you're okay with me waiting fort the soup to clear! But do I have to be miso soup? I've never even heard of it before!

[kitchenfistfirechaosstyle]

Then I shall remedy that at our next meal!

[Really, what else could she expect... though it's much a promise that there will be a next meal, and many more to come, as anything.]

[laughafterme]

Oh, that works too! Then I can decide if I should be miso soup or not!

[kitchenfistfirechaosstyle]

Hyahya, remember, Pinkie: clear water has no taste. Adding a flavor of any sort introduces cloudiness. Therefore, we should not fear a lack of clarity.

[laughafterme]

...we shouldn't?!

[kitchenfistfirechaosstyle]

Would not life be simpler if it had no flavor? But who wants that bland and mushy gruel?

[laughafterme]

But what if someone's sick and that's all they can eat?! [She shakes her head.] Being sick is pretty much Boring City!

[kitchenfistfirechaosstyle]

You have made my point exactly! A sick person has nothing to do but lie in bed and attempt to get better! This is clear and simple, but its flavor is terribly nasty!

[laughafterme]

Oooooh.... [Nope, that still made no sense.] I still think I should try miso soup first!

[kitchenfistfirechaosstyle]

Then you understand. [Or at least well enough for his tastes... which, after all, is pretty much how they function.]