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Fandom High Welcome Picnic, Front Lawn of the School, All Day: Part II

In order to give people a place to get away from the traffic jam of the buffet and information tables, most of the chairs and tables for guests were set up further out on the lawn, under a tall blue and gold tent. There was plenty of room for everyone to sit down and enjoy themselves, but it might not have all been dry. Did we mention being grateful that it was just water falling from the sky?

[OCD is up! This is the FIRST post for general mingling. Please use this post first, if your browser can handle the comment load. Roommates, fake siblings and teachers are all here and there's more room for mingling here. Since it's outside, the picnic is open to all students, teachers, and townies!]

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There was a PONY. Someone let their pony free to eat all the food.

"Okay!" Kenzi called out. "If no one claims this pony in the next five minutes, it's mine!"

Pinkie blinked at Kenzi, then licked the whipped cream from her face in one great big swirl of tongue, leaving nary a trace behind.

"Your what?" she asked, genuinely curious. "Do you want to be friends?"

"...."

Stare.

"HOLY SHIT TALKING PINK PONY. YES. FRIENDS!" Are you kidding? Friends forever!

"Well of course I talk, silly! It sure is hard to invite people to parties if you can't talk! You could write it, of course, but then what if they can't read? Then you'd be a real pickle, let me tell you!" This was all said at rather incredible speed before Pinkie stuck out a front hoof cheerfully. "Hi! I'm Pinkie Pie! What's your name?"

"Parties?"

Kenzi's brain was doing a tango between they drugged the food, I am SO high and Pink pony! Talking! Her inner 10-year-old just thought they'd hit the jackpot.

"Kenzi, I'm Kenzi, you're the first talking pony I've met, and hey, should I bring pickles to the party or something else?" Like weed? Just roll with it, right?

"Ooo, that'd be neat! You could bring pickles and pears and pralines and pies and pecans and popovers and plantains!"

SOOOOOOOOO HIGH.

"Personally, I plan on purchasing peppers and pancetta," Kenzi told Pinkie very seriously. She sniffed her food, then took another bite. What the hell.

"That's a perfectly proper plan," Pinkie decided. "Are you going to take my party class? You would be a wonderful student!"

"Pinkie, I am so there. If I am not scheduled for your class, I will cut the class I am scheduled for and show up to witness the awesome and spread the word," Kenzi said very soberly. For someone who was STONED. OH YES.

Pinkie popped up on her hind legs and threw her front legs enthusiastically into the air in a V. "Yay!"

Don't ask where she was hiding the handful of streamers and confetti she just threw into the air. Somethings were better left unknown.

"Oh, I do hope you're in the class, I'd hate for you to get in trouble by skipping out on some other poor teacher's class, but I really want you in my class because you're clearly a very fun pony and would be chock full of great party ideas to share with everypony else!"

The high-pitched squeaky giggle was Kenzi's brain having way too much fun with all the pony references. IN A NICE WAY, JEEZ.

"I do too!" And another Victory V there, she couldn't help herself. "And trouble is my middle name, Pinkie. Don't worry about it, I can evade all authority!"

Aside from Social Services. Magnificent bastards that they were.

"My middle name is Diane. Do you have a trouble cutie mark?" Pinkie attempted to surreptitiously check Kenzi's ~~ass~~ hip. "You sure do wear a lot of clothes!"

"That's very pretty. And I'm from Canada. My people are modest and unassuming." Her tongue should fall out for that. "And does an ill-considered tramp-stamp count? I don't wanna show you, it's cold out here."

Pinkie didn't know what a "tramp stamp" was. Or, for that matter, a "Canada".

"Is that near Filly-delphia?" she asked. She looked up at the sky past the edge of the tent. "It is very gloomy. I think maybe the pegasuses forgot to clear the clouds away for the party."

"That's so irresponsible of them!" Kenzi said, smacking a fist into her palm, and resisting the urge to giggle at Filly-delphia. "Do you think they're off at the races? Pegasuses. Or Pegasi? Whatcha gonna do."

"Are they having races here? Those can be loads of fun to watch. I usually do the commentary on our annual Running of the Leaves, and it's always an amazing fantastic fantabulous awsomestounding day!"

Okay, that killed her. Kenzi dissolved into hysterical giggles of awesome, because dude. Whatever this shit was, it was fantastically fantabulously awestoundingly AMAZING. When she could breath again, she said, "Nooooo. But dude, I will so go with you to that if they have them here."

"Oh yay! I knew I'd make new friends here super fast!"

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