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Fox Trot-His House-'Saturday'

What a horrible...dream..thing...whatever it was really. Fox's morning just had to start with a cup of angst. He sighed. It wasn't true, it couldn't be. That couldn't be why he was, ready, to get into a relationship with Icy, no, that just made him feel bad.

He tried to push these thoughts out of his mind, he didn't like thinking about these things, or confronting them. He more hoped it would just go away.

After drinking his coffee, he set for planning his date with Icy tomorrow, he had to make reservations at the restaurant he wanted to take her, plot out areas of interest for them to visit, oh, and for more fun Sunday there was to be a music festival. This managed to distract his mind from other things he didn't want to think about.

Also, Icy in a dress. His face flushed red ten times over.
(Oh my, another closet pervert. Also, if anypony need a pony for a job, Icy is looking for one.)

For the meantime, Icy was out looking for a job to start earning some extra bits to pay for Fox's broken oven. Unfortunately, the icy filly wasn't having much luck to the general havoc of the mass regression spell which she still have not recovered.

"Come back another time, miss. Store's closed."
"But-"
"Store's closed until this mess is sorted out!" the grey colt yelled, slamming the door on her snout. A loud crash inside indicated there definitely some sort of mess going on inside.

Icy quickly tiptoed away and sighed. Getting a job in this town seemed harder than it looked. And she still haven't heard from the Baroness. It was getting worrying.