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Pony just points down to Angus's dangling hooves and her own while raising an eyebrow once more.
"...Right. Dumb question." You shake your head and motion for her to let your cousin go. "As for lil’ sugah here…well, his dad's still new to the whole parent business, don't be too hard on him…[b:lit]Please[/b:lit]?"
You press on the last word the moment Pony opens her mouth, clearly about to punch a hole in your admittedly flimsy defense. She looks a bit confused by your plea, but thankfully stops herself.
>"Yeah, that's my job!" Your mom chimes in from the kitchen once more. "Don't worry, I'll learn him a thing or two about raisin' a child or so help me..."
It only takes a couple hours for everyone to have a shower, get ready for the day and get onto the almost-flat roof. Another hour followed in having fun setting up a mock course with your twinsie and cousin. Every so often you’d enlarge items as needed when asked, and provide input on types of road scenarios you’d like to practice. But mostly, they did the building again while you enjoyed the sunshine and their energetic company.
As Pony and Angus placed the final touches with some markers, you focused on getting yourself and the bike ready, making sure the latter still ran well after its long hiatus sitting miniaturized on a shelf in your room.
>"That should do it." Pony announces as she finishes adjusting one last piece of the track, setting it into place with a calculated stomp. "Just about the same as the published layout! Just, you know, plastic and atop a roof. And orange. And with raised borders to not go off-course... But mostly the same!"
>"I checked!" Angus confirms nodding, holding a small stack of papers. "It's, uh, all in the list!" Your heart swells again in seeing him more outspoken for the second day in a row. If this is what having Pony around for just a weekend produces, you’d be more than happy to have her ride home with you every Friday.
To make that a reality though, for now you’ll have to refocus on the practice ride directly in front of you.
You wondered if a bunch of toy lanes alone would be good practice, but with boxes tactically borrowed from closet and pantry alike, some toy cones and some artistic talent, you had an almost accurate cardboard and plastic town to practice in, with a few glaring exceptions.
"What’s with the loop at the exit?" You ask, pointing at a loop-de-loop near the end of the course as you put your helmet on.
>"Well, you said we'd have fun, and the pieces were in the box, and I kinda promised it to Angus so…" Pony waves your question off. "I'm not great for physics, but I'm fairly certain the fall would be not as bad at six inches tall… Still, I'd try not to fall! Well, I'd not do it at all, but you should try to get it right and like, not fall."
