Pinkie Pie's eyes grew very wide and her mouth hung open.
"You got a super special somepony! Ireallygottagoplanaparty!" Pinkie leapt into the air and wiggled her hooves, seemingly trying to gain traction in midair.
Big Macintosh pulled Pinkie Pie gently down by the tail.
"No." Big Macintosh said, kindly but firmly. "Y'all can't have a party bout this, Pinkie. I can't have everypony in Equestria knowin' my personal business." Big Mac explained.
"Ooooh, you've gotta let me tell somepony! I'm going to burst!" Pinkie Pie exclaimed, bouncing up and down.
"Fine, you can tell Applejack, but first, you've got to help me with something…" Big Macintosh replied, bringing Pinkie Pie back to earth with one hoof.
"Huh?" Pinkie Pie turned her head sideways with a look of confusion.
The next day, Big Macintosh, after downplaying Pinkie Pie's excitable rant to his little sister Applejack about his "Super Special Somepony", trotted towards Zecora's hut. This was different though, because he was uninvited and unexpected. However, it was late enough in the day that she should be awake and, armed with Pinkie Pie's advice and Applejack's confidence; he was sure….well, fairly confident that he could at least talk to Zecora. Oddly enough, Big Mac was far less at ease after hearing his friend's advice and getting himself prepared than he was when he began. He brushed these troublesome thoughts aside and brought his hoof down on the ornate carved wooden door twice, careful not to be too loud.
"Come, the door is open to you, friend. I could use a hoof if you have one to lend." Zecora's voice came through the door.
Big Macintosh opened the door and stepped inside to see Zecora standing on a stool, reaching one hoof up to a high shelf with dusty, seemingly unused bottles of various shapes and colors, all dulled by the dust.
As Big Macintosh entered the cottage, Zecora lost her balance on the small three legged stool and slipped, sending a cascade of bottles and pitchers down with her. Big Mac swooped in and managed to catch Zecora before she hit the hard wooden floor. A tumultuous crash followed as the bottles unlucky enough not to receive the same attention from the ponies, smashed onto the ground.