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Tink ran around the street, tumbling and falling, but getting right back up in the smooth fluid motion. Quick on his little hooves as he jumped up on window sills, tiptoed along the edge and fell.

His mother let out a snort under her breath of disbelief and slight annoyance as she checked the the products displayed. Althought she seems disinterest in Tinker's 'death' defying stunts, she still keep an eye on the colt even when her attention seemed to be taken by one or another item. After a spatacular fall off another window sill, she sighed, giving up. "What are you doing, dearest?"

"My leg doesn't work!!!" He cried out as he walked over to her, holding out his back leg. "It's all prickly and fuzzy and WEIRD! I can't jump, mama! IT's broken!" His hysterias died down to an eerie calm. "I'll get sent to the glue factory....."

She was going to kill whoever told him that horses got sent to glue factories. "Your leg is asleep, not broken. If you stopped jumping around like a maniac and just stood still, you would notice the prickling is going away."

The colt stared at her for a few minutes before he gave happy squeak and bolted again, obviously having the full feel of his leg back. C.C. mildly wonder if it was her or Dainty who dropped him when he was a blister pack.

C.C. looked surprise at Candy and smiled brightly. "It's good to see you again. How have you been? How's the business? Up and running, I hope."

Tink bolted towards them and stared at Candy for a long time, his eyes going cross before he shook himself up. "Strawberry cinnabuns? Do they taste any good?"

C.C. laughed softly. "A big family does help." She grinned and looked down to her child. She gave a soft little chuckled.

"I am Tinker Toy!" He squeaked and stared at her with wide eyes. "So that's really your hair?"

"Tink!"

"Yes, mine and Danty's. We have two little girls as well. Much better behave then this one." CC smirked when Tink just stood a little straighter, proud of his misbehvior.

"You don't bath every day?!" Tink look scandalized. "That's not fair!"

Tink did a very good imitation of his mother's disbelieving look she gave to certain type of customers and hard-headed stallions with a knight complex. That high arched eyebrow that spoke volumes of that kind of B.S. that they were certainly not believing one single bit. "Bebe and Gigi don't get as dirty as I do, and they still gotta take baths, so does mom."

"Yes, they all do. Because in our house, we take baths every day, regardless if we are or aren't dirty."

"But why don't she then?!" He pointed accusative towards Candy.

"Cause Candy doesn't live with us, and she is grown mare. When you grow up, you can do whatever you want."

Tink seemed to mull that over. "Even get a tattoo by Imp?"

C.C. huffed, promising pain to that stallion. "Yes, even that, but only when you are as big as moron as Imp."

"Okay!"

C.C. shook her head. "It's alright, Candy, he likes to argue every rule and law until he is blue in the face." She snorted. "Oh yes, I do mean it. If he is all grown up and still wants one, he is welcome to try. I know, they are horribly painful, aren't they."

Tink looked between them with suspicion, wondering if they were trying to discourage his desire of a tattoo.

"Oh, business is going well. It does tend to slow down in the winter months, but that's to be expected. The only phonies you want kisisng you when you been in bed with a ratty old blanket old day is your love ones.."

"Oh, I think I will get a few lonely hearts around New Years, you know, with that old saying that a kiss at midnight will bring good luck all year." She chuckled as Tink made a face. While he knew his mother's career was of kissing mares and stallions, he rather kiss phonies he liked.

"Why don't you give me a call and we'll have dinner one night? Little Bebe is just in love with weddings, even got her cutie mark already! I am sure she would enjoy picking your brain for some wedding related ediable arrangements!" C.C. giggled softly.