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- Luna, remind me, who came up with these heels again?
- Rarity. They’re brilliant, aren’t they?
- Brilliant? I’m about to faceplant any second now. Honestly, I prefer my regular shoes.
- But with regular shoes, you lose a 20 centimeters of height.
- I’d rather lose those few centimeters and be much faster. Tap tap tap — straight to the kitchen, grab some cake, and done.
- Just admit you suck at walking in heels instead of hiding behind cake excuses.
- Look who’s talking. Miss “I wear porn-star stilettos even to the bathroom.” Amateur. I put on my comfy slippers and glide across the floor.
- “Comfy slippers,” for f*ck’s sake… ugh, working with you is exhausting.
- ARE YOU SAYING I CAN’T WALK IN HEELS!?
- CAN YOU!?
- I never said that. But I can walk perfectly straight.
- And who cares if you walk straight if it takes you an hour to reach the door? Try making it to the throne room at that speed.
- You know what? Screw this. Or better yet — I’ll ban high heels altogether.
- Heh, and what will your subjects kiss when you sit on the throne then?
- I’ll convince them to kiss my sun slippers.
- With an evening gown?
- Right, didn’t think about that. So? Will you help me?
- I’ll help — but only if you announce an emergency oat subsidy for me.
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