Pinkie Pie waved at Fizzlepop and Anon, before she turned back to her friends, who were much too preoccupied with Twilight’s situation to wave at them too. Fizzlepop felt her heart begin to quell itself from lurching nearly outside her chest, but with Anon still holding onto her, she couldn’t quite get it to stop, but at least it was somewhat less fast. She shakily sighed, keeping her foreleg around his neck, hoping to Celestia that he wasn’t going to drop her.