“Deal.” You hold out a fist and she bumps it to seal the pact. You take a deep breath before taking off down the street, Dash’s powerful flapping following close behind. You’d thought your relationship would’ve put an end to your old antics, but she was still your best friend. The little bet was completely irrelevant of course. There was absolutely no need to reimburse each other for favors, but the obvious underlying trust that came along with the playful banter seemed to make it more fun. You round the corner to Pinkie’s place and Dash of course shoots past you. 