Baseline Brass

*has totally been spending his time working with @mlp_Magnet to develop an unholy amalgamation between a classical instrument and high-power magilectrics*

Ooooh "Get lost in the Feywild". *sets down a brochure* Hey @mlp_Magnet! *he calls down the hall* How do you feel about extradimensional honeymoon destinations?

*he's currently holed up in his study, perusing wedding venue catalogues*

Oh! Oh then perfect timing I guess. Come along now, I'll make us some grilled cheese.

And what a wonderful fate to behold. *he nuzzles @mlp_Magnet and heads toward the house* Want some lunch?

Bah. Accidents happen, big boots or not. *he waves a dismissive hoof* I once shattered a priceless crystal flugelhorn! Was I kicked out? From the museum yes, but I wasn't expelled or anything.

They just can't handle brilliance there. They prefer grounded paper pushers. *he wraps a hoof around @mlp_Magnet*

*he gazes at the bottle with wonderment* You truly do have a gift!

Of course! That's why I wanted to surprise you. *bashfully rubs the back of his head, causing some charred mane to dust away* Buuuuut I guess there's more to it then lighting and a bottle.

*he gasps* We did it! Haha! I didn't cause it to explode! *he prances in place happily*

*in a moment of panic, not sure what to do, he pops the bottle over @mlp_Magnet's horn. It's the first thing that came to mind*

*he nods and stands at the ready, pointing the bottle at @mlp_Magnet* *nervous sweatdrop*

*he oh-so-carefully takes the bottle from @mlp_Magnet* Aaaaalright now what?

*he chuckles sheepishly and smooches @mlp_Magnet back* I feel I should leave the lightning work to you from now on.

*he looks up at the sky* Maybe another time. *leans in to stage whisper* I feel the sky is /angry/ at me.

Bottling lightning? *he squeaks out, cracking a smile at @mlp_Magnet*

*while staring off into the distance, he puts the cap back on the bottle to "capture" the lightning. To no avail*

*as he sees @mlp_Magnet bound around the corner, he grins* Heya honey! Wh- *KAZAP* *with a blinding flash, it appears his calling worked. Once the blinding light subsides, he's stood there, mane up in spikes, coat singed. He lets out a smoky cough*

*CLANG!* *he drops the pole on accident, grumbles and picks it back up again and calls into the sky* Heeeeere lightning lightning lightning!

*totally knows what he's doing*