"What do you want to ask me?" Cookie asked, twiddling her thumbs nervously, /Did I do something wrong?/ She thought, tapping her foot on the floor, her big pink boots thumping quietly. "Don't look so nervous, sweet girl," Zenefaira smiled, sitting upright on the edge of Cookie's bed, " I have been wondering for a while, since we've had this odd dynamic, sort of a friends with benefits situation, and maybe, we could take it to the officials." Cookie realized exactly what she meant by that, and she smiled. "Cookie, will you be my girlfriend?" Zenefaira asked sweetly, cocking her head to one side. Cookie grinned, " of course!" " We should all go out tonight to celebrate!" Madeliv exclaimed when she heard this news. " Where to?" Oliver asked, looking down at her. Madeliv paused for a moment, tapping one of her red hooves on the floor, then she spoke. "What if we go to that club we went to when we were trying to get away from Nathan?" She suggested, shrugging. Cookie was down with this, but she didn't know about the others, so she scanned the faces of her surrounding friends, taking guesses on their approval based on their expressions. "Everyone down?" She asked, pivoting herself to face Zenefaira, and she nodded. "Okay!" Madeliv yipped, flinging her arms out beside her.
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