You agree with your gruff, accented inner voice for the moment. You are an adult, and you can do just fine on your own. You can rendezvous with your friends later, but for now you choose the friendliest-looking house you can find. A few seconds after lightly knocking on the door, a blend of a birthday party host and a zombie raver opens it.

You are admittedly caught off guard by the sudden colorful explosion, and jump back in surprise (and mostly fear). But, after seeing the mare’s inviting expression and smelling the sweet candy, you sober up.

“Um…I like your costume, Miss…” You awkwardly break the ice. “My name’s Candlelight, and uh, y'know, tonight’s Halloween-”

No really? It’s Halloween? You don’t say! You inwardly roll your eyes at your dumb statement and command yourself to stop rambling.

“…Tr-Trick or Treat?”

You manage to genuinely grin as you hold out your bag.