Timber, walks up to Twilight and Sunset: How’s the prettiest girl in the world doing?
Twilight: *focusing on her phone* I don’t know.
Twilight: *looks up and smiles at Sunset* How are you?
Sunset, blushing: I’m fine.
Twilight: *looks back to her phone* Sunset’s fine.
Sunset: *flips off Timber*