The doctor pony was levitating an oatmeal biscuit just out of Derpy's reach. He smiled gently, waiting to see what Derpy's response would be.
Derpy was confused. Why was he just holding the biscuit in the air like that? Biscuits were for eating, weren't they? Why wasn't he eating it? She looked around in confusion, trying to figure out what was going on.
She turned to her mommy, who was frowning slightly. Derpy didn't see what she was so worried about. It was just a biscuit.
Derpy turned back to the doctor. He still hadn't eaten the biscuit. He was just standing there, still looking at her.
Maybe the biscuit's for me? She reached a hoof towards the biscuit, but it was still too high for her to reach. I don't understand.
She looked back at her mother, who smiled hopefully. She looked at the nurse, who wrote something down on her notepad. She looked at the doctor, who was still smiling encouragingly.
She remembered one of the phrases her mother had taught her. It was written on the pantry door, and on the refrigerator, and she was supposed to use it when she wanted something. *Is that what they want me to do?*
"Please..." she began. Her mismatched eyes darted around the room, looking for some kind of prompt. There were no signs on the walls here, and everypony else was still silent. Derpy didn't know if she was saying the correct thing, or if she was even supposed to say anything.
"Please can I..." she continued. She looked at the biscuit. She looked at the doctor. She looked at the nurse. She looked at her mother.
"Can I have a..." she said, directing the question at her mother. Her mother made a small gesture towards the doctor.
"No prompting," the doctor said with a small chuckle. "We want to see if she can ask by herself."
Ask. That was what she was supposed to do. When she wanted something, she had to ask. She was supposed to ask for the biscuit. Derpy smiled, happy that she had finally figured out the puzzle.
"Please can I have a biscuit?"
"Yes, you may!" the doctor pony said. He magically pushed the biscuit towards Derpy's nose. She happily accepted the treat.
"What do you say?" her mother prompted her from behind.
"Thank you," Derpy responded automatically through a mouthful of oatmeal. The doctor pony laughed.
"You're welcome, Derpy."

A/N: This drabble-story-thing was inspired by my brother, who has autism. He had to do a similar test when he went to see a specialist for a check up. I was wondering what he was thinking while the test was going on, so I wrote this with a filly Derpy taking his place.

The reason why my brother (and Derpy) took so long to ask for the biscuit, I think, is because they were always told what to say. Per esempio:

"Do you want a biscuit?"

"Yes?"
"Yes."

However, the doctor running the tests told me and my mother that we were not allowed to say anything during the test. So my brother was kind of confused when everyone stayed silent. Eventually, he managed to ask on his own, though it took him a while.

Anyway, enough about that. Please leave a comment if you liked this drabble-story-thing, or if you didn't.