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ack and forth. “Harry, Harry, Harry. I appreciate a good-looking girl no
matter what species she happens to be. Not that I’m the only one. How do
you think centaurs were made anyway?” It’s times like this I wish mental
magic was legal, because now I had an image in my mind that was
disturbing beyond all belief.
When I was finished repressing that particular bit of trivia, I sighed. Bob
might be a pain in the ass, but he’s still my oldest friend. Besides, it wasn’t
like he could tell anyone without my permission. “Fine. You can come, but
only if you stay silent and don’t leave your skull. Same rules as being out in
public.”
He cheered lustily in a few dead languages before changing back to
English. “As long as I can watch, I’ll be as still and cold as your sex life.
Speaking of which−”
“No, not speaking of which at all.”
“I’m just saying, if you get any in Equestria, can I ride along?”
I gaped at him. “I’m not letting you into my head, Bob and I
am definitely not sleeping with a pony!” The idea alone was enough to drive
a man to drink.
“I’m just saying if you get lucky.”
“I am not sleeping with anyone.” I growled.
Bob sighed. “Well, business as usual, then.” I glared at him, but it wasn’t
worth pursuing. Bob would just make me regret bringing him along even
more.
“The letter was vague, so I’m going to make a few potions. If there’s
trouble, they’ll be handy, and if not, then it’s an object lesson in some of my
magic for Twilight.” I rubbed a hand across my chin, thinking. “I’d probably
better make a blending potion and an escape potion. Hmm. What else
would you suggest?”
Bob didn’t have any eyebrows to raise, but that didn’t stop him from giving
the impression that he did. “Really, sahib? You’re actually going to give me