Author's Note: Just a little side-note chapter to say I still have this story on my mind, but school is being a butt, as usual.
The candle was blown out for a while and the pair laid in the darkness of the bedroom, waiting for sleep. There was little noise, till Fergus chuckled lightly, clasping a hand over his mouth.
"What is it?" Elinor asked, an eyelid cracking open slightly.
"Eh, nothing." Fergus responded, taking a breath to calm his laughter.
"No, what is it?" She opened both eyes and turned her head to look at him. He looked at her, and chuckled again, nodding as he attempted to speak.
"There are two cakes in an oven. And one says to the other, isn't it hot in here? And the other says, a talking cake!" Fergus convulsed with silent laughter. Elinor watched him with a quizzical expression. "Get it? A talking cake."
She turned to look at the ceiling again. And he calmed down considerably, a feeling of embarrassment sweeping over him.
"What did the pony say when it had a sore throat?" Elinor asked. Fergus looked at her, mimicking her expression from before.
"I don't know…"
"I apologize, I am a little horse." A slight smile spread over her lips as she turned to look at him. This time Fergus didn't bother to silence his laughter, and Elinor had to join in.
To Be Continued...