She raises her brow, the faintest of smirks tells you that she’s not buying it, “Anon, Bow and I might be older ponies, but we remember how it was when we first got together. We know you mean the world to our Rainbow and, well…we know a fellow number one fan when we see one! But right now, what she needs is you. So let us cater to you for a bit; will you let us do that? As a thank you for what you’ve done for our daughter?” Her eyes were filled with the warm, unconditional love of a mother and it occurs to you that this may not be the first time they’ve dealt with their hormonal pegasus.