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There is a place where the grass is what's for dinner

Who: Lucia, EG!Pinkie
What: A date. A talk. A plan.
Where: Overlooking the lake.
When: Evening
Warnings: Romance and serious talk about pale ponies and whatnot.
Prose or Commentspam: Whatevs

Pinkie.

Beloved.

We have spent far too much time apart. I would remedy that.

I can bring dinner, you can bring dessert. Then by all means let us talk, let us catch up.

I will be waiting by the lake.

Yours in Honesty,

Lucia Crespuculo Bolido.

That was the message sent to Pinkie.

Now Lucia waits, in her cloak and hat, looking out over the water with a casserole of beans with saffron rice, looking out over the lake. Her lip is curled in worry.

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For once, Pinkie didn't appear through a reflective glass or anything of the sort. Instead, she walked, each step measured with shyness as she approached Lucia.

Gods, why did she find Lucia so nice to look at? There was something about dark skinned mares that just did it for her. And she smiled and set down the food. "Hey," she said with a smile.

"Hail and well met by starlight. Very well met indeed."

Pinkie's eyes sparkled, and Lucia noticed the way they swept over her. There was, she thought, a certain dignity in being regarded that way. Being admired.

Lucia lunged forward in a sudden, feirce hug. She let it linger, and kissed Pinkie one on the neck. "I am so glad th'art safe," she says.

"Yeah I was worried for a bit," admitted Pinkie quietly, feeling Lucia's lips on her neck and she returned it. "Thank you for your concern."

She smiled at her, hugging with equal fervor as she said, "You know we should do this more often. Get together I mean."

"We should. I've had a reminder of that recently."

She's talking about Coco and Kreuzer.

Then she gives a final squeeze on the barrel, and slides off rather than suddenly detaching. She levitates out bowls, spoons, and the dish from a straw picnic basket. "I made Dia y Noche." Day being the golden rice, and Night being the black beans.

"It looks delicious. Is this from your own homeworld?" asked Pinkie as she pulled the small cake for two from her basket. "It's nothing much for me, but I brought a pudding cake."

"The recipe is," she says. "Normally it includes chicken or pork as well, but... you know why I didn't include it. I have seen ponies fish, but I didn't want to risk it. I don't know if that's healthy."

She takes a look at the cake. "It looks delicious," she says with a broad smile. "Where did you learn to bake so well? Just on your own time?"

"Chicken and pork... I miss those sometimes." Admitted Pinkie as she set the cake to the side, to be eaten later after the dinner was served.

"Well, I have Applejack's grandma to thank for that. She taught me everything I know after all. And then of course there's the other me's here, and then the Cakes have been really accommodating."

"You know, I think you and the Apples may be distant relatives. At least, this was so in my world." Lucia is spooning out the dish. It smells like saffron and cumin and WIN. "You are fortunate to have such a large and loving family, Pinkie, you really are. And so am I," she says, this last more to herself.

"To life," she says, bowing her head.

"To life," repeated Pinkie with a smile as she smiled. "I know AJ's my cousin, I found out back home, or at least I would have to be honest. But in any rate, it's good I know, right?"

"It is." Lucia casts her eyes to the ground.

She takes a bite of her rice and beans. It's really good.

Eating, Pinkie smiled a little as she reached into her basket and pulled out a bottle. "I've been saving this actually. It's cider, but it's Sweet Apple Finest. You know, aged, but not alcoholic. I thought we should share it too. I've got cups too, though I don't have any glasses."

"Aren't you old enough to drink anyway? Buy thank you. I'll want a clear head for this."

She pours Pinkie a cup first, then herself. Swirls it.

"Pinkie, I'm planning something. Something dangerous and probably foolhardy. But I'm not doing it without thy say-so."

Her serene expression doesn't change. Perhaps there's a bit of a twitch.

"That's the whole reason, I figured real talk was coming after all." She poured herself a cup and sipped.

"Dangerous and foolhardy... how dangerous are we talking? Not walking away foolhardy?"

"I am planning," Lucia says quietly, "to return home, finish the job of redeeming Diana, and training - and then returning HERE, to finish the job of opposing Calice."

Lucia sighs. "If I can be taken, it is only a matter of time before the Pale Pony turns her gaze to my world. I cannot allow that to happen if I can avoid it." She turns to Pinkie, and holds out a hoof - to stroke Pinkie's mane, to have some bloody contact and intimacy and affection. "Nor can I leave you, or leave your world and this one to the fate Calice has in store for it."

"I... I dunno, can you even figure out how? Short from, y'know..." Dying. There was a chance this was going to involve Lucia taking her own life deliberately, and it was something that made Pinkie's stomach churn uneasily.

"Can you create a spell or something that'll do it instead? I mean, I can sense when a rainbowing happens but it's completely random. Like the time when Flash, me and Luna went away, I felt that but it was happening to me. I just..."

"I do not plan on taking my own life," Lucia says, reacting as if she had been struck. "I am planning on creating a spell to take me back, using a mirror as a ritual focus - or a mirrored surface. And on leaving myself notes as I go. I am sure I can cast it ONCE in each world without attracting her attention, but beyond that..."

She sighs. "I warned thee it was foolish, love."

"I know I just... sorry, I assumed the worst." Pinkie sniffed and shivered. It felt like the evening got colder but she shuffled over to hug Lucia. "A mirror... a magic... wait... a magic mirror THAT'S IT! I know what to do!"

"I need Spike, a pen, and a letter. Gonna send a message to Cadance. Not the new one, the local one! We could let you study the magic mirror in the Crystal Empire!"

Lucia stares, as if thunderstruck. "I thought that was was destroyed by Celestia too."

Then she takes Pinkie up in a fierce hug. "This plan just got much less foolish, by the Dawn!"

"Heck no! I'm pretty sure it's still in one piece. I mean, it leads to my world or an equivalent of one but it's definitely something!" Pinkie hugged her back, laughing.

"Yay, much less foolish plans go! So when do you think we should go there together? I'm not leaving you behind this time. Too many ponies have left and that makes Pinkies sad."

"I will be returning, have no doubt of that," Lucia says. "I must succeed. Not out of any sense of destiny - but because of the consequences if I don't."

She sighs. "At the turn of the month. I need to get supplies together. And warn the others of my plan, including the High Princesses."

"Good then." If Lucia said she would return, then Pinkie would take her word for it.

"All right, we'll arrange everything and be headed towards the Crystal Empire in no time. Just you wait!"

"There's no rush," Lucia says. Smiling. With her eyes walking across Pinkie's form, stopping to linger on her eyes.

"You are a ray of dawn's light," she says. Then she leans in for the kiss.

Pinkie really had no other words than to kiss Lucia back, softly, tenderly. Her hoof stroked her marefriend's mane as she giggled into the contact.

"Wow... quite the thing from the evening star."

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