A/N: A prize for Twi of TwiLanes! It was won via the Contest Equestria story - which you should really take a peek at!

"You should keep a better eye on him," scolds Cinnabun, watching from sharp eyes as her daughter sets out the tea tray.

Milk. Sugar. Honey. Two cinnamon sticks and a small quart of cream.

Sugar's voice is soft when she speaks, light. "I keep a good eye on my boy, Momma. Snips is doing very good for his age."

The older mare snorts. Holds her white and blue cup out for Sugar, prompting the mare to fix the tea for her. "He's nothing but a little trouble maker. Just like you were when you were a filly. I didn't let you get away with it! I don't see why you let him!"

"He isn't a trouble maker," argues Sugar, only she isn't really arguing. Trying to pacify, might be a better word. Trying to change the topic, before her mother really gets wound up. "Honey or sugar?"

"I've had enough sugar over the years," answers Cinnabun, and there's a condescending note in her voice. She nods at the glass vial of honey. "Honey, darling. I only drink honey in my tea."

And so Sugar adds it in and hands the cup back, sets about making one for herself. Sugar and honey and cream. A cinnamon stick to mix it all with. She sits down, smiles up at her mother. Latches onto the subject of honey and sticks with it. "Have you been to that new honey stand out in the square? It's darling, isn't it?"

"I haven't been," says Cinnabun, and that's all that is said on the subject. She will not be swayed. Not today. "You need to take a firm hoof with that boy, Sugar. He's going to get away from you, otherwise. Already in the principle's office every few weeks! I would be ashamed to call him my son!"

"I would never be ashamed of him," counters Sugar, the words out of her mouth before she really thinks about them. "And you should be proud to call Snips your grandson. He's just going through a tough time right now, that's all. Things will sort themselves out later."

They always have.

Always do.

Always will.

Even if Cinnabun insists otherwise, and even if this conversation is held over tea every Sunday.

Snips is a good boy and Sugar is a good mother and, she knows, way deep down, that things will end up fine.