(Story extract)
 
I awoke with my hooves wrapped around Cross, our muzzles only inches apart from each other. I gave him a light peck on the nose, and gave a faint giggle as his eyes fluttered open. It was always cute how he did that. Morning, sweetie~ I threw back the covers and hopped out of bed, Cross doing much the same, giving his back a healthy stretch and kicking off the padding from his back legs, a blush upon his face. I trotted to the closet, pulling out my combat armor, Cross looking over, a look disappointment growing upon his face. You guys are heading out again already? I nodded, but gave him another nuzzle. He smiled softly, wrapping a forehoof around my neck and planting his lips upon my own for a moment. Ooh, at least let me fix your guys breakfast, first. Can’t have you heading out to celestia-knows-where on an empty stomach~ He gave a faint giggle, pulling on his jacket.
 
I trotted myself over to Twintails room, knocking a few times. After a few moments, there was an audible grunt from behind it, and he soon showed up to the door, his mane looking quite scraggly and eyes seeming strained. Sheesh, rough night? Cross is making breakfast before we head out, ought to get ready now. He nodded and rubbed his eyes before closing the door, a loud thump coming from behind it. Crazy pegasus insomniac, I keep telling him that drinking all that radioactive sludge can’t be healthy. I trotted down the hall to the kitchen, Cross already pouring some pancake mix into a frying pan.
 
Take a seat, this should be done soon. He said happily. I sat at the small table, Cross flipping the pancake in the air. Twintails soon arrived, sliding into the chair next to me, as Belle followed behind him. Cross laid out a few plates, sliding all the pancakes onto them. There we are. Might be a little irradiated, but they should taste fine. He smiled widely, levitating the pan over to a sinkful of warm water. Twintails and I took a few of the pancakes, as Cross slid into his own chair and grabbed some for himself, the robot looking up curiously with her hooves resting on the table.