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[sweatysometimes]

Who: Pidge and whoever
What: Getting used to some changes.
Where: The Cookhouse
When: Early morning
Warnings: Teenage grumpiness

Pidge's morning had been normal up to a certain point. She'd dealt with her roommate's propensity for music at early hours, then stumbled into the bathroom for a shower and to brush her teeth and made a discovery while staring blearily into the mirror. Perched atop her head were a pair of lion's ears to replace her normal set, all fuzzy and tawny and poking out of her hair. The next twenty minutes had been spent alternately tugging on them and beating her head against the faux-tile wall of the shower as she muttered about the unfairness of the world.

Finally, showered, dressed, and mostly put together she sat at a table in the cookhous epoking disconsolately at a plate of eggs, a half-eaten fruit cup and some rapidly cooling bacon. Occasionally, her new ears twitch as they pick up some interesting noise and she has to stop herself from reaching up to scratch at or tug at her new appendages. This place is just the worst.

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Pidge takes a moment to realize that the tiny zebra is rhyming at her. This day keeps getting weirder and weirder and it's abrely started. She rubs at one eye, leaning against the table.

"Okay..."

[zebrarhyme_everytime]

Zecora arched an eyebrow.

"Is it such a strange occurrence
To be offered reassurance?"

[sweatysometimes]

"Don't take this the wrong way, but normally it's not being done in rhyme by a tiny, talking zebra." Pidge isn't sure how else to explain herself.

[zebrarhyme_everytime]

Laughing a little, Zecora shook her head.

"Today it is! And tomorrow too.
So check what 'normal' means to you.
Besides, why does it matter how I look?
Do you judge the cover of the book?"

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"It's just not what I'm used to, that's all. No offense." Pidge isn't quite sure how to explain this to someone who seems so entirely at home in this weird place.

[zebrarhyme_everytime]

Zecora was too philosophical, and too used to those who didn't look like her, to get too hung up on the confusion. Admittedly, ponies were closer to her than humans were, but still, she didn't need a lesson on not judging books by their covers.

"That is the point I wish to make
Thinking like that is a mistake.
View all you see with an accepting mind
And you will feel better, you'll find."

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"I get that you mean well, but I'm not gonna just quietly accept someone messing with my body without my permission," Pidge replies with a frown. She leans forward and picks up her cooling cup of coffee. Gulps at it.

"Do you always talk in rhyme?"

[zebrarhyme_everytime]

"Now that is easier to understand.
Such changes are by no means grand."

Casually, Zecora took a seat on the floor -- quite normal, for a zebra.

"The zebra tongue rhymes naturally.
Not doing so is no path for me."

[sweatysometimes]

Why is her life this strange? Why can't she be doing something normal like looking for her dad? Or flying her lion? It's amazing what becomes normal after even weirder things start happening.

"That's cool, I guess."