Harmonic and Scootaloo were now sitting at a table. Harmonic had made them a couple sandwiches to munch on. He figured Scootaloo was starving at this point.

"This is so good!" Scootaloo said with delight.

"Only the best for company." Harmonic said with a smile.

"How'd you make this?"

"I use the freshest tomato, lettuce, and eggs on the market."

Scootaloo didn't say anything and continued eating her sandwich with a happy expression. Harmonic did the same, and for a few minutes, there was absolute quiet, save for the rain outside. After Harmonic finished his sandwich, he got up and stretched. He started pacing for a moment, trying to think of something to do. After all, going outside was definitely not an option, so he had to improvise.

It was then that Scootaloo noticed something strange…

"Where's your cutie mark!?"

Harmonic was taken aback by the sudden surprise of her voice and the shocked look on her face. He answered her question.

"I don't have one."

"But how!? Everypony I know except for Apple Bloom and Sweetie Belle has one!"

"It's alright. Just calm down and I'll explain."

Scootaloo waited for his explanation, the look of shock still on her face.

"When most ponies get their cutie marks, there's usually some big event in their lives that happens. I never had such an event occur."

"So you're still waiting for yours?" Scootaloo asked, a little calmer now.

"Not exactly. I never had any interest in getting my cutie mark."

"Why not?"

"I wanted to pursue my own goals; not what a mark told me to chase after. A cutie mark does not define a pony. It simply tells them what they were already good at."

Scootaloo was so confused by this. Never had she met a pony that didn't want their cutie mark. She and her friends had been taunted for not having theirs, yet Harmonic was completely unfazed by the fact he still didn't have one.

"Apple Bloom, Sweetie Belle and I are picked on all the time for not having ours."

"Bullies, huh?"

"Yeah."

"So I guess that means you go to school?"

"Mhm."

"That's good. At least you can rely on some of the skills you learn there. Anyway, don't pay too much mind to the bullies. They'll grow out of it in time. You can make the process quicker by showing them kindness."

"Really?"

"Yeah. It may take a while, but they'll bully you less the more you show them understanding of some kind. You can enlighten them."

"I'll give it a try, but I don't think it'll work."

"It will."

Harmonic thought for a moment, then asked Scootaloo a question.

"When did you start going to school anyway?"

"After I met Apple Bloom and Sweetie Belle. They told me I could have fun and learn a lot. I fall asleep in class sometimes though."

"I see. Well, at least you've had some positive influences in your life. That's good. Try a little harder to stay awake in class though, okay? Your subjects will prove more valuable than you think."

Scootaloo giggled.

"Okay." She said.

Harmonic went back to pacing. It was quiet for a little while. Harmonic was the first to break the silence this time.

"Hey, do you like music?"

"I love it! Especially rock!"

Harmonic went and turned on a radio on a desk in the corner. A flurry of loud, fast melodic riffs and harsh screams made their way to the ponies' ears. Scootaloo was completely unfamiliar with this type of music, so it gave her a bit of a start.

"That's so weird!"

Harmonic laughed and turned the radio off.

"Sorry. I get carried away when someone mentions rock. The type of rock I listen to is a sub-genre called metal. More specifically, this is extreme metal."

"Metal?"

Harmonic realized she probably hadn't heard of metal before. Not many ponies in Ponyville had.

"Metal is a style of rock music that combines heavy electric guitar riffs, hard-hitting drums, heavy bass, and various types of lyrics. Many extreme styles use growled or screamed vocals."

"How do they do that? Doesn't it hurt their voice?"

"It doesn't really hurt if you do it right. As for how it's done, well, that requires a rather lengthy explanation that I'll get into some other time. For now, let's just kick back and relax."

"Can you turn it back on? I want to hear a little more."

"Sure thing."

Harmonic turned the radio back on and lowered the volume.

For the next few hours, Harmonic and Scootaloo played some board and card games. Harmonic taught Scootaloo about expressing herself through creativity. He taught her about writing poetry, making art, writing fiction, and he said he'd teach her how to play instruments if she was interested.

Scootaloo told Harmonic about her adventures with her friends, and it was soon clear to him that she was particularly fond of one Pegasus; Rainbow Dash.

Before they knew it, it was nightfall.

"Wow. It's dark already? Guess we got caught up in the excitement. I think we should get some shut-eye."

"Yeah. I'm beat." Scootaloo said.

Harmonic grabbed a blanket off a chair and laid it neatly on the ground.

"You can take the bed. I'll sleep on a pallet." He said.

"Are you sure?" Scootaloo asked.

"Yeah. You need the comfort more than I do."

"Thanks."

"Don't mention it."

Scootaloo hopped onto the bed and got underneath the comforter. Just as Harmonic was about to blow out the candle and lay down on the pallet, Scootaloo asked him a question that would bring them one step closer to the conclusion of one of their greatest lessons.

"Um…If it's not too much trouble, could you…Tuck me in…?"

Harmonic stopped and turned around to face her, smiling as usual.

"Of course. It's no trouble at all."

He walked over to Scootaloo and tucked her in.

"Thanks…"

"Anytime."

Harmonic walked back to the candle and blew it out, then walked back to his pallet and lied down.

"Goodnight Scootaloo."

"Goodnight."

All was silent, and sleep soon overtook them.