Memories draggin me down

[chaotic_scribbles]

Scribble looked up at Ako. Her gesture was accepted, and the earth pony gave her a grateful smile, though there wasn't much strength to it. Everything was sort of weighting heavily on Scribble's shoulders at the moment. That fact that things changed was exceedingly clear.

"Salt Cellar, huh...?" Scribble chuckled aimlessly. "I'll have to meet him sometime. He must be something, if he got to marry you."

A light compliment, likely to lighten the mood. He mused his next response over his cup of coffee.

"Oh... We're in town for only a little bit." A sad fact, and he knew she didn't want to hear that. "We're looking for something, for a.... someone we know."

Aha. You're picking up on it now.

"Ever heard of "The Magician's Toybox"?"