"...Dinky, can you get Anon some more napkins? The Server is taking a while." Derpy asks quietly. Dinky salutes, slipping past her mom as she darts for the... yeah, she's a smart kid, she'll figure it out. I look at Derpy expectantly -- she's gripping my hand pretty tight now. She speaks up again, her tone different now that we're "Alone" for the moment.