My Little Dinner Date: Coloring is Magic Chapter 3 (Preview)

“Oh wow!” Lily's eyes lit up once she opened the crayon box. “So kewl!”

“Yep yep!” Eve looked proud, acting as if she had fixed the little girl's color misfortune. “Brand-new set of special crayons, just for you! No need to thank me! Just enjoy coloring!”

“Thank you, thank you!” Lily hugged Eve tightly. “You're the best witch ever!” Eve smiled, patting her head. Sure, Beatrice had done all the work, and she felt a smidgen of guilt for taking the credit, but she got over it fast. The crisis was averted and that is what mattered.

Lily took the crayons over to her coloring book and flipped it open, returning to Fluttershy and pre-alicorn Twilight. The girl looked at the picture for a while, leaning in and almost seeming to study it. She looked then at her new crayons, a spark appearing in her eyes as she did.

“Oooooh,” Eve said, having walked up to check on her, “Looks like inspiration struck! Whatcha thinkin’?”

“I'm… I'm gonna start with Fluttershy!” declared the little girl with a sense of fierce determination and drive, “She's daddy's favorite! She'll cheer him up!”

Eve nodded. She hadn't interacted with the dad much, just Mrs. Rogers. However, she got enough from him to get a good sense of the guy, one that even Lily picked up on. He just didn't like the witch, and his mood was apprehensive in the kindest way of putting it.

However, Eve wouldn’t comment on it. It's a nice thought, she thought, looking down at the girl as she browsed her crayon options, but he won't cheer up until I'm gone, sweetie.

Lily pulled out two crayons, one light pink and the other blue, and declared, “Cutie mark, first!”

“Of course~!” Eve chimed with a nod, “A pony isn't complete without her cutie mark.”



“Cheers to a lovely dinner,” Caroline cooed gently. The two wine glasses gently clinked off each other as the married couple took a gentle drink. “Mmm, this is just what we needed.”

“Mhm,” Peter said, showing the first, real pleasant smile of the evening as he placed his glass down. “We should do this more often… though, with less…”

He paused, clearing his throat. “More often, yes.” No, don't ruin the moment. His mind had wandered back to that witch… whatshername? It didn't matter. He was going to stop thinking about her and just focus on his time with Caroline.

Despite stopping himself, she seemed to pick up on what he was going to say. She was about to comment on it, but, thankfully, the waiter arrived and saved him from the awkwardness.

“I apologize, folks,” he spoke with an apologetic bow, “The food will still be a few more minutes. We are, unfortunately, a little understaffed in the kitchen tonight.”

“Oh, of course, we understand.” Caroline gave the man a pleasant smile and nod, the waiter looking a little relieved.

It was good that he was looking at her, since Peter made it clear from his expression how he felt. He was a little more than peeved about having to wait. It had been quite some time since they arrived and so far, only their wine had been delivered. He had hoped they'd be eating by now, especially since the restaurant made some incredible steaks.

Peter sighed, almost like he was about to express his displeasure but suddenly stopped.

The man fidgeted in his seat. He felt rather warm, like the temperature had just gone up several degrees. He could feel his cheeks warming, reddening ever so slightly, and a bead of sweat forming on his forehead.

The husband took his napkin and brought it to his forehead, dabbling it a little. He even reached for his shirt and popped the top button on it. Phew…

Caroline noticed his discomfort as the waiter left. “Is something wrong, honey?”

“No…” Peter said, putting the napkin down and taking a drink from his wine class. “Just feel a little hot. Did… did the temperature go up in here?”

“Hmm, no. It feels fine to me.”

“Alright.” Must be imagining it or something. Peter sighed and started talking to Caroline about his job and what had been going on in it, putting the heat out of his mind.

However, unknown to either of them, the heat that came on to Peter was the start of something. Something magical, something new, something cute. Beneath his pants, on his outer thighs, something appeared on them.

Tattoos, it would appear to be if anyone could see them. On both sides of him near the upper thighs and hips, three tattoos appeared. They were three pink butterflies.