"Rosalind, please," said Robert, practically pleading with his "sister". "It wasn't your fault. At all. It's just that Dewitt… He… Cannot climb ladders." He patted her on the back, hoping to offer her support and reassurance. It was failing.
"In addition to not rowing, I see," she countered, her voice barely above a sour grumble. She lifted her head from where she had hung it in frustration. "Constants and variables, Robert. Constants and variables. Dewitt not rowing was a constant. He also has failed every time thus far. I'm starting to sense a pattern, wouldn't you agree, Brother dear?"
"Yes, but I'm sure that we'll succeed…" he was about to say "next try" but he knew that wasn't true in slightest.
"Next time, yes, of course," Rosalind snapped, finally making eye contact with her "brother". She was almost going to rant to him, perhaps even mimic him and berate him more than she had done before. He more than deserved it, she supposed. But she held her tongue.
It wasn't their similarity; her conscience asking her how would you like it if some scolded you in such a fashion,but the approach of an exuberant pink mare. Her long, curly pink mane bounced as she did around town, greeting unicorn and pegasus and earth pony alike. And she was headed right towards them.
Damn it, Rosalind swore in her head, and quickly set off to pretend she was busy. Don't draw any attention and she'll go away. Don't draw any attention and-
It just wasn't her lucky day and, wouldn't you know it, she was spotted.
When the pony approached the twins on the bench, she gasped. Newcomers? New friends! "I haven't seen you ponies around here! Are you new? Of course you are! I know everyone in Ponyville, and I don't know you guys, so you must be! Wow, I can't believe somepony new is coming to Ponyville! What are your names? Where do you live? Could I show you aro-"
Rosalind shushed the over excited mare, covering her lips. If ponies had lips? She wasn't sure, she'd only been in this universe for… Since Robert pulled her there earlier that morning. "That'd be wonderful. I truly appreciate the, ah, sentiment." She pulled her hoof off of the pony's mouth, and let her continue.
"Sweet! So before I take you on your way, what are your names? I'm Pinkie Pie, and you?" Pinkie held out her hoof to shake, and Rosalind took it, noting that at least in this place the customs were like that of her own universe. Although it would be rewarding to see Robert act like a horse, such was not required.
"Rosalind, and this-" she gestured to her "brother", hoping her arm wouldn't be ripped out of its socket by Pinkie's incredible hoof shaking-"is Robert."
"A pleasure to meet you, Miss Pie," said Robert with a courteous nod as he took her hoof to shake it.
"Oh please, call me Pinkie!"
"I will indeed."
