What are you doing?
{{♫ ♪}} Pinkie leaned over the hood of the car - well, leaned into it, was more accurate. She was messing around with some of the parts, and had managed to get a large smudge of oil on her cheek. They'd been broken down for half an hour now, and Pinkie was sure they could get it going again.
"I used to fix stuff back on the farm." She explained lightly. "I dunno, call it a talent." She smiled suddenly, and slammed the hood down, dusting off her hands. "Done!"













