“Oh!” Twilight exclaims, eyes widening and head jolting back slightly. “Um. Can I help you?”
“Sorry. I’m Peppermint Swirl. I’m here for the job.”
She facehoofs and suddenly becomes warm and welcoming. “Of course! Ah, sorry, did you knock? I’ve just been reading, and I suppose I really do get lost in my studies sometimes! Welcome! Welcome! Did you just get into Ponyville?”
She shakes herself out of her rambling, bashfully looking to the ground, blushing, and clearing her throat.
“Yep! Had to walk from Canterlot.”
“Oh, no! You should have told me! I would’ve sent for you!”
“It’s fine. It was a nice walk.”
“Well, I suppose so! I’m so glad you applied, I guarantee that you’ll enjoy working here with me! See, I do already have an assistant - Well - had, but I’ve kinda overworked him, and he’s been too busy to really tend to my needs as often as I’d like.”
She pauses, but it looks like she wants to say something else. She breathes in, edging closer to whatever question it is, before asking quietly,
“You, um, you’re all fine with what was written in the terms and agreements, I presume. About the, um, flatulence.” She was blushing even more now.
“The what..?”
“Oh, shoot. I knew I should have written that part out in a bigger typeface! Agh! Stupid Twilight! Well, it’s just that I have certain... disagreements with certain foods, and because of that I usually have to deal with quite... unpleasant gas, as do my assistants. I did actually have an experiment right now that I need some help with. It’s really quite weird, and a little gross, so I’d understand if you want to turn down the position. I’ll happily pay for your trip back home.”
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