“I need to have a better understanding of your… Pinkie-sense. Considering that it seems to be an ability unique to you, as I have found few other records of it, maybe you have some intuition into that?”>She thinks for a moment, and then a moment longer, and then a moment too long, while you quietly sip your tea, before finally saying, “Do you think we should start putting frosting in the center of the cupcake too? I’ve heard of a bakery in Canterlot that does that, and I think that since so many people just like the frosting on their cupcakes that it might be a good idea.”>Reflexively, you lower your forehead into your hand, then bring it up again, your brow furrowed.
“Focus. You must have some intuition as to how your powers work.”>“But that’s the thing! I really don’t. I mean, if I had to guess then it’s like my body is somehow connected to the most likely thing to happen in certain scenario.”>You actually almost smile.
“Go on.”>“Like, I dunno. I get these feelings pretty often, see. And even though they cause my body to do different things, and they’re almost always right, I can also sort of sense this underlying, like, direction to everything. Like everything is pointing the right way towards a certain outcome.”>You nod.>The rest of the meeting doesn’t involve much of note, at least to you.>Twilight discusses something of little note with Pinkie, and you delve more into your thoughts to build a coherent picture, thus not picking up much of it.>As the door of Sugarcube Corner jingles shut, Twilight asks, “Was that enlightening?”.