>You are Twilight Sparkle and...
"Ughhhh..."
>And you're never drinking again.
>In fact, you may just stay in bed for the rest of your life if there's a non-zero chance of feeling like this ever again.
>You feel a gentle prodding at your side and try to scooch away from it, even hiding your head under the covers to try to escape.
>"Get up, Twilight. I'm hungry."
>Starlight.
>If you had known she would betray you like this, you would've left her back in that empty timeline.
"Then get food and leave me alone."
>The prodding continues, harder this time.
>Could you use the Elements to turn her into a statue?
>Wait, the Elements are in the tree.
>Drat.
>"Can't; Anon said I don't get food until you're out, too."
>You groan and feebly paw at the sheets as they're pulled away from you.
>"Now, get up. The rest of the girls are awake and eating."
>After a fair amount of completely-justified grumbling, you roll out of bed.
>However bad your hangover is, food sounds too good to pass up.
>A few minutes of plodding along behind Starlight later, the two of you finally reach the dining room.
>The rest of the girls were sitting around the table in various states of hungover with plates full of pancakes in front of them.
>As you take a seat next to Fluttershy, Starlight shuffles towards the kitchen.
>"She's here now. Food."
>"Ask nicely or this won't happen again."
>"Food please."
>A plate floated in front of her wrapped in a green glow.
>"Close enough."
>Starlight sat down with her plate as a green head popped out of the doorway.
>"Twilight, whaddya want in your pancakes?"
>A series of groans came from your friends as Anon's too-loud voice bounced around inside of your skull.
>"Hush or the rest isn't coming out. Twi?"
>A wave of silence swept over the room at the threat of less food.
"Uhh, chocolate chips?"
>Anon disappeared back into the kitchen with a nod.
>"Told ya so, Spike."
>You looked around at everyone else as they silently ate.
>Pinkie caught your eye and swallowed the pancake she had haphazardly shoved into her mouth.
>"Nonny and Spike woke us up and made food."
>That was... surprisingly non-verbose for Pinkie.
>After a few minutes of sitting in silence and twiddling your hooves, Anon came back out of the kitchen, carrying several plates in her magic.
>As she got closer, you got a better look at her.
>It had been four years since she got here and she was now almost at eye level with you.
>She adapted relatively quickly to life as a pony after a few... psychological hiccups.
>You couldn't imagine changing gender and species and just getting used to it like Anon eventually did.
>"Scrambled eggs, hash browns, and more pancakes. I'll be back with more drinks."
>As she moves back towards the kitchen after placing the plates on the table, you grab her hoof with your magic.
"Come here for a second."
>She does so with a confused look, though she hugs back when you wrap your wings around her.
"Thanks, Anon."
>She pulls back and smiles at you.
>"You all can thank me by cleaning up your mess. Spike and I aren't gonna do it."
>Little shit.