“I dont think that this question makes sense. Im pretty sure that Diamond Tiara doesnt like me, I thought she did when she asked me to help her study at her place. Guess I was way off since I still get mean looks from her. Flitter says that they must like me I dont know, I havent been invited back for studying since.

Silver Spoon seems to be talking to me more.”

Full dialog:

Rumble:The first level of the atmosphere is the, uh, troposphere, which is where most of the clouds produced by Cloudsdale stay. The next highest is the… mesosphere, where temperatures can reach freezing at the peak by the stratosphere.

SS: I heard it can get pretty warm though.

Rumble: Unless you’re really close to the troposphere… we learned all this already…

DT: Freezing huh, it’s getting kinda chilly in here…

SS: Why did we ask him to tutor us? I thought we didn’t want to be seen with blankflanks.

DT: Because firstly, there isn’t a fair helping of colts to go around, and the ones available are not Tiara material. Secondly, that flightless blankflank is wasted on him, it’s like, embarrassing got it?

SS: Well alright… It makes sense but how come your air conditioner didn’t work? He’s just telling us about the atmosphere…

DT: UHG! That’s because he’s a Pegasus. They don’t feel cold the way other ponies do remember? Miss Cheerilee taught us that in class. No wonder it’s not working at this temperature! No matter, I’ll just plunge the temperature even more. This will work.

Rumble: Jet streams are powerful air currents produced by pegasi cities to aid in transport of goods between landmasses around the globe… they are sighted by cirrus clouds that form near them…

SS: Y-y-yeah.

DT: S-s-sounds righ-t-t-t-t-t.

Rumble: Cirrus clouds, or horsetails are produced to buffer early scheduled warm fronts and typically… uh… are you guys cold or something?

DT and SS: YES.

Rumble: Okay, sit tight.

SS: This is so dumb. We shouldn’t even be sitting here listening to this junk. I wish somebody would pull me out of this snoozefe-

<del>Yoink</del>

Rumble: There we go! Now you won’t feel a chill! I guess it must be wicked cold for the two of you to be shivering like that. ……

SS: Just what are you looking at? UHG

Rumble: Sorry… it’s just your eyes. They’re violent like mine are. You’re always wearing glasses so I never noticed until now… they’re pretty.

SS: Thanks.

Filthy Rich: Diamond Tiaraaa!

DT: Yes. Father?

Filthy Rich: Tell your friend to pack up, his brother is here.

DT: Duly noted, goodbye Rumble.

Rumble: Oh well, some other time.

DT: What was that? We were supposed to be working together!

SS: Why are you complaining about me? Like it’s my fault!

DT: Why did you push up your glasses then?

SS: I didn’t need to SEE to hear him TALK about clouds!

DT: Oh likely story! Shut up! This wasn’t even my idea! Shut up I’m in myownroom!

Thunderlane: So tell me little dude, how was tutoring the terrible twosome?

Rumble: It was alright, wicked easy. Pretty much me reading stuff aloud and them listening. Like school, but less distracting. It did get kind of cold.

Thunderlane: Think they’ll be off your back from now on?

Rumble: … I dunno. They did as me to come over and help.

Thunderlane: Guess you took Flitters advice to handle them right?

Rumble: Kill’em with kindness. Yeah, I think it worked.

Thunderlane: I think Cloudchaser has some good advice… what was it again?

Rumble: Thunder come on, I can’t-

Thunderlane: Beat those bitches bloody!

SS: Hmph. ! [*Finds and holds feather*]