"...Eep."
Foxglove got up fairly quickly and looked away at the sight of two strange ponies. Well, strange as in strangers, since this scenario was the wierder one.
Once she had calmed down, she said, idly,
"...You weren't here for taco night."
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[i]When I see you, I say 'Know a good place to set-up shop?' and you sau 'Try first street.' When you see me, you go 'Do you know a spell to make anything into gold?' and I go 'Only in my dreams, Smooth' ."
The Pyrite chuckled.
"This is some real secret-agent stuff, huh?"