[She knows one Steven. The small human with the black mane and cheerful demeanour that she's sure, like hers, hides more than he wants to tell anyone here. Twilight holds the watch up with no visible part of her touching it, and indeed looks too far back to actually be touching it at all.
While she doesn't often greet people this way, something about the way this person immediately called out for their friends speaks to her.]
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[She knows one Steven. The small human with the black mane and cheerful demeanour that she's sure, like hers, hides more than he wants to tell anyone here. Twilight holds the watch up with no visible part of her touching it, and indeed looks too far back to actually be touching it at all.
While she doesn't often greet people this way, something about the way this person immediately called out for their friends speaks to her.]
I think I know him.