Fluttershy stretched her wings out with a groan as soon as she and Discord appeared in his house (their house, now, she reminded herself). She was wearing a beautiful white dress decorated with a pattern of vines and roses.

Discord appeared behind her in his colorful suit, also stretching and groaning as soon as he was inside. "Who knew getting married would be so exhausting?" he said, making her chuckle.

"I don't know about you, but I'm ready for bed," she said, already tugging at her dress.

He nodded...and then froze. "Actually!" he declared, standing up ramrod straight. "There's one last thing I want to do before we turn in."

She watched him curiously as he snapped his fingers, creating a table with a white tablecloth and a single chair, which he held out for her. As she sat down, he began to pour them both flutes of sparkling grape juice.

"What's this about?" she asked, accepting the flute he offered and taking a small sip. He glanced away, seeming almost...nervous.

"There's...a special toast I want to make to you," he said, scuffing his foot against the ground. "It's, well...a bit long. And attention-drawing. So I figured I would make it into a private one."

She wasn't sure that was how toasts worked, but still, her ears perked up. "Oh?" she asked, curious.

He smiled nervously, cleared his throat again, and snapped his fingers. Two clones of himself appeared behind him, one sitting at a piano, the other holding a guitar. With a deep breath, Discord counted them off, and they both began to play.

Discord closed his eyes, taking one last deep breath as they played alone for the first few seconds...then he began to sing.

"May you have auspiciousness and causes of success. May you have the confidence to always do your best. May it take no effort in you being generous. Sharing what you can, nothing more, nothing less."

His voice...it was beautiful. Fluttershy was lost in his song already, tapping a hoof against the ground in time even as he approached.

"May you know the meaning of the word 'happiness'. May you always lead from the beating in your chest." His hand briefly, gently tapped over her heart.

"May you be treated like an esteemed guest." He was suddenly in a waiter's outfit, topping off her flute of juice. "May you get to rest, may you catch your breath."

As a blanket draped over her, he continued on. "And may the best of your todays be the worst of your tomorrows! Whoa-oh. And may the road less paved be the road that you follow! Woah-oh."

The music picked up, and he lifted his flute into the air. "Well, here's to the hearts that you're gonna break! Here's to the lives that you're gonna change!"

"Here's to the infinite possible ways to love you. I want you to have it—"

He slung an arm around her shoulders, giving one a small squeeze. "Here's to the good times we're gonna have! You don't need money, you've got free pass."

"Here's to the fact that I'll be sad without you." She felt a lump form in her throat for a moment, but he wasn't finished. "I want you to have it all."

"All." ("All!" the Discords playing the instruments added.)

"I want you to have it all!" ("Have it all!")

"I want you to have it!" ("Have it all!")

"I want you to have it all!" ("Have it all!") The music dropped back down to the tempo and volume it had been before the chorus.

"May you be as fascinating as a slap bracelet." He slapped said bracelet, bright pink, onto her forehoof.

"May you keep chaos and the clutter off your desk." Her small workdesk appeared, and he shoved off the pile of papers there, dusting it quickly.

"May you have unquestionable health and less stress." He appeared behind her and gently massaged her shoulders, helping her relax. "Having no possessions though immeasurable wealth."

A gold star sticker was placed on her nose, and she went cross-eyed to try and look at it. "May you get a gold star on your next test. May your educated guesses always be correct."

"And may you win prizes, shining like diamonds." A handful of the gems were dropped in front of her. "May you really own it each moment to the next."

"And may the best of your todays be the worst of your tomorrows! Woah-oh. And may the road less paved be the road that you follow. Woah-oh."

"Well, here's to the hearts that you're gonna break! Here's to the lives that you're gonna change! Here's to the infinite possible ways to love you. I want you to have it—"

"Here's to the good times we're gonna have! You don't need money, you've got free pass. Here's to the fact that I'll be sad without you. I want you to have it all!"

"All! (All!) I want you to have it all! (Have it all) I want you to have it! (Have it all) I want you to have it all! (Have it all)."

"Oh, I want you to have it all!" He threw back his head, singing into the air. "All you can imagine, ooh! No matter what your path is, if you believe it then anything can happen!"

"Go, go, go, raise your glasses!" Discord held up his flute again, as did the other two (still playing perfectly). Fluttershy raised hers in turn. "Go, go, go, you can have it all!"

Discord tapped his glass against hers. "I toast you!"

"Here's to the hearts that you're gonna break! Here's to the lives that you're gonna change! Here's to the infinite possible ways to love you. I want you to have it—"

He pulled up a chair and took a seat next to her. "Here's to the good times we're gonna have. You don't need money, you've got free pass. Here's to the fact that I'll be sad without you. I want you to have it all."

He leaned in a little closer, voice lowering slightly. "All. (All!) I want you to have it all (Have it all). I want you to have it (Have it all). I want you to have it all (Have it all). I want you to have it."

As his duplicates kept singing in the background, he leaned in even closer, placing his paw on top of her hoof. "Here's to the good times we gonna have. Here's to you always making me laugh. Here's to the fact that I'll be sad without you."

"I want you to have it all." He pressed his lips gently against hers, and the other two Discords slowly finished their parts on their instruments.

Fluttershy returned the kiss as the song came to its end. The other Discords bowed their heads, drank their grape juice in one gulp, and vanished in a flash of light.

Discord slowly pulled back out of the kiss, a red blush on his face. "...I hope you enjoyed that toast," he said, voice quiet and hoarse.

She caressed his cheek. "I loved it," she said. "It was a beautiful song, Discord. Thank you."

His eyes sparkled. "You're welcome," he purred. "I mean, I won't take all the credit for writing it, but I will take some for perfecting my performance of it!"

He held up both his hands, and all his fingers popped off, covered in bandages. "So much practice," he croaked, voice low and scratchy.

She smiled, scooping his fingers off the floor and kissing them before putting them back on his hands. They all snapped right back on. "I can brew you a quick cup of mint tea before bed," she said. "That always helps my throat feel better when it's sore."

He smiled at her warmly, wriggling his fingers to help get them settled in. "I'll make a toast to that," he whispered. She smiled, sipped her grape juice, and headed into the kitchen, her new husband snuggling close to her side as she started to prepare the tea.