"Can you imagine one minute how their kids would look like?"

"*giggle* Poor Fluttershy. Having two foals to take care of."

"Well, I will always open for new cups."

"And me for soothing infusions."

"See? Win-win."

"But, please stop! I'm already feeling bad for Fluttershy."

"Hey. As long as she drinks tea, we will be fine, no?"

"Then, I hope you won't get singing teacups."

"Uh, I beg you pardon?"