The mare immediately freezes up as soon as she heard your voice. For a moment, there's nothing but silence between you as she turns towards the window you were standing in, as if to confirm her fears. It seemed like she was about to say something when a gurgling sound from her stomach.
"Are you okay, Miss?" you ask.
"I-Im fine, thanks, uh... I've never seen you around here before. What's your name?" She tried to put on her best smile, but the look of embarrassment was clear on her face. It was best to try to and act like you hadn't witnessed anything.
"I'm Peppermint Swirl. I'm new here. I was just taking a look around."
It didn't seem like your excuse woked as the pony responds with a defeated sigh. "It's alright. You don't have to keep pretending. I already know you were there."
"Sorry. I didn't meant to eavesdrop."
"I-It's okay. Would you like to come inside? The door's open."
She gestures to the open doorway. Rounding the schoolhouse, you head inside; she waves you over, and you take a seat on a stool across from her. She tries to act nonchalant, but the faint blush on her cheeks betrays her.
"So, you say you're new here?" she asks.
You nod. "Yeah, I just arrived a few hours ago. I'm working as Princess Twilight's new assistant."
"Well, then let me be the first to welcome you to Ponyville. I'm Cheerilee." She extends her hoof for a shake, but her greeting is interrupted by another gurgling sound, making her wince as she pulls her hoof back to rub her stomach. "Sorry. Let's just say I had something rather... questionable for lunch earlier. It's been causing for me problems all day."
She glances down at the notes on her desk. You see that she'd been grading assignments from her students, some of which had been marked in red. Looking back up, she gives you an anxious look. "Say, you wouldn't mind helping me with something, would you?"
You give her a quizzical look. "What do you need?"
"Well..." She takes a breath, nudging herself to continue. "It's just, I have these papers I need to grade, and my, err... emissions are sort of distracting, so I may need you to help, ehem... muffle them."
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