*Maud chuckles and flips a couple pages.*

Meemya begins to roll around, wagging his tail. “Nmm nmm nmm.” He nommed.

Maud: I never thought that a pony would have interest in playing in such a way that a cat would.

Meemya snapped out of it again, quickly standing up, a bit red in face, his paint glowing equally bright. “S-Sorry, I can’t help it.” He apologized again, looking embarrassed.

Maud: Oh it’s fine; it’s interesting, in fact!

"I-It is?" Meemya asked, brightening up a little.

Maud: Yeah! I like things that are different…

Meemya seemed to lock up for a split second, but only for that brief amount of time. “O-Oh, well, I wish everyone else was so kind. They call me nasty names when I do that…” He said, wrapping his tail around his hooves.

Maud: Yeah, I understand. People are weird like that; different is like a stripe of paint on a blank canvas.