Creating A Hive

Dynamite Don't

"Probably why I noticed her, to be honest." I remarked. "Always on the alert for when Killjoy does...something. Which reminds me. Killjoy!"

"What?!"

"The first time you were so involved with a blown up building, you killed your parents. Maybe tone it down?" I suggested. "I'd rather not test it to see if Dynamite picks up that bit."

Killjoy groaned, flopping to the floor in a dead drop. "They're just fireworks! I hate you."

Pinkie popped up behind Killjoy's head. "FIREWORKS?! OH I NEED THAT!" She plucked the box, vanishing before Killjoy or Dynamite had even finished screaming.

I smiled at Twilight. "She fits right in."

Thorax hummed, resting his head on mine. "It's almost scary...no I changed my mind, it's terrifying."

Twilight looked like she was pretending we weren't friends.

==CAH==

It was the next day that the party happened. Pinkie had sent out invites of all the ponies we wanted invited- not much beyond the Mane 6, Spike, and the family. We'd invited Dynamite's social worker but she declined attending.

Lilac had been showing Dynamite around Ponyville while we prepared the surprise. The young foal was close in age to Lilac, but age doesn't equal friendship. Lilac hadn't much liked Dynamite, being the oldest child and first 'born' into the family. She was warming up faster than she had with Cookie, though, so it's not a complete fight. Cookie was always excited about everything, so this wasn't new.

Dynamite...I'm unsure about.

On one hoof, she enjoyed her new home. She enjoyed being in a family. Sure we were clearly insane but we were a mixed bunch, insanity was a given.

On the other...I don't think it's hit her yet that we're in this until the end. It may have been a spur of the moment thing but I tended to stick with my decisions. Especially if another creature was added to the family. I mean seriously, everyone I had now I decided to keep after two minutes.

Which, you know, isn't exactly a thing you can say to a foster child turned adoptee. Because they won't listen if they don't want to. She'll ignore me if I just say things, they'll come across as useless platitudes. Ponies like her needed actions, not words.

Darcy had been like that, way back when.

How sweet...

But this was a party.

I've been informed you're supposed to have fun at parties.

Thorax brought me a cup of punch. I accepted it into my magic, letting it hover in the air for a moment before taking a sip. "Twenty for your thoughts?"

I gave him a look, telling him I knew how cheesy that phrase was but I appreciated it. "You better pay up for this." Thorax grinned in victory. "What would it take to proof to Dynamite that we're keeping her? Even if she actually blows something up?"

"Easy. Let her come along today." Thorax replied. I gawked at him. "No, really. Let her join. It's an adventure, there's bound to be a need for explosives at one point. She'll be perfect."

"She could get hurt." I defended.

"So could you." Thorax countered. "Come on...can she really be a part of this family until she's gone a quest that could end in hospital time?" He pointed out.

"...damn it I hate you."

He kissed my forehead, right below my horn. He sighed. "I know. Just too much brains to be a trophy husband."