_“So, you girls liking the cider? It’s a new recipe I’m trying out, got help from this one mare who’s really well known around the airfield. There’re posters of her face everywhere there…“

“M-mmfh?! Mmmh!!“

“Aheh, Ballast Flanks, hope you’re enjoying the taste as much as I’m enjoying the view~“

“What th- Parchment Bleach, ya absolute bell-end, when I get over there you’re gonna wish the worst I had in store for you was just throwing you in your own mill!“

“Oh, come on, lighten up a little. Or wait a minute or so, gonna get the same result either way. I’ll just… keep a close eye on you, while it does it’s thing.“

“Grrrmph…”_

Well well well, seems that Parchment isn’t entirely doomed to keep becoming a blimp after all! At least, when the mares he’s going after aren’t certain grenade-rifle-toting ones, anyways. Either way, a bit of spiked cider definitely seems to’ve left Crash Dive and Pressure Cooker feeling a bit more bloated than usual, and Parchment is assuredly in no rush to help them stop feeling that way!

I mean, wasn’t like they were gonna go and do it for him, after all.