Colin's life is clearly so much easier than Bradley's, but really, he has no one but himself to blame. Honestly, he totally lacks subtlety. And I love it.

Colin takes the whole pony-family thing very well, and Bradley's mom seems enamoured of Colin's soft Irish accent, the same one that had confounded and distracted Bradley so terribly at first.

Even Bradley's Dad seems to like Colin, tossing his mane a little and giving Colin a very serious look that nonetheless had a thread of approval running through it, even as he chewed sloppily on a mouth-full of grass.

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Thank youuuuu!

(I DON'T KNOW WHY I DO THESE THINGS.)

(Katie is clearly a ninja like that and might secretly have a part-time side business as a PI. That's why she's never in the extra features, though nobody else knows. She's busy PI'ing.)

He sends a lot of the carrots and apples home to his family because it's the nice thing to do and because there's a recession coming on, but some of them he keeps on hand.

Many of his costumes have quite a lot of spare room and it's actually incredibly convenient to have an apple or carrot on hand for a snack when he wants to avoid food services. Richard hangs out there sometimes when he doesn't have a scene, and lately he's taken to putting together flamboyent unicorn puzzles. Bradley's not sure if Richard heard the ridiculous story or if someone just got him the puzzles.

The snacks also prove useful when Bradley catches Colin sitting in full sun, doing what appears to be yet more homework. He tosses an apple so it lands perfectly in Colin's lap, and when he finally looks up, gestures him over into the shade.

"What is it with you and all this homework, anyway?" Bradley asks as Colin settles his pens and things and leans against Bradley in the shade.

"This isn't homework," Colin replies, "It's a letter to your Mum."

(KATIE MCGRATH: PRIVATE INVESTIGTOR. Just let me say I think this would be an awesome start to an RPS fic where someone hires her to figure out what's going on with Bradley and Colin. Maybe ASH hires her. Because he is bored.)

"Uh, no," Bradley lies (badly). "Of course not."

Colin's expression clearly says that he doesn't believe Bradley but maybe he finds it a little endearing anyway. He has very verbose expressions. "Right, whatever. I thought we could visit again next weekend or something."

It is perhaps unfortunate that Bradley's fingers begin to itch again, because all he can think of now is text messaging everyone he's ever known, "MY BOYFRIEND WRITES LETTERS TO MY MUM AND ALSO WANTS TO VISIT MY FAMILY AGAIN NEXT WEEKEND AND IT WAS HIS IDEA AND HE IS GOING TO READ TO HER IN THAT ACCENT THAT MAKES MY SPINE MELT. I BET YOUR BOYFRIEND DOESN'T DO ANY OF THAT."

But it's probably over the character limit, or something.

(ANTHONY, YOU CHEAPSKATE.)

Eventually Anthony tells her what he needs her to look into, and Katie agrees to lower her standard fee from 400 pounds to 350, because it's something interesting.

Interestingly, none of the other cast or crew seem to know enough French to have figured out that there actually is free wireless at their lodging. Katie logs on and begins by doing a quick Google search before she sends out a few subtle enquiries to the usual individuals.

She then spends half an hour looking at cat macros and recording it as time charged to Anthony before going over tomorrow's script.

UM, WHAT? WHY DID I NOT REALISE THERE WAS MORE PONY!FIC?

You, sir, are a delight. Also, LOL at Anthony being the uncle who puts, like, 50p in birthday cards.

KATIE AS A PI, OH MY DAYS. She would look fabulous in a trenchcoat, it must be said.

"Angel thinks I'm a habitual liar," Bradley says out of the blue, plunking down in Colin's personal space. He immediately has one arm around his shoulder and is sitting much too close for their supposed secret-relationship.

"Angel thinks you were dropped on your head a lot as a child, or possibly even recently, and it made you delusional," Colin corrects.

When Bradley pouts, he sticks his lower lip out to a ridiculous extent in a way that makes him look sort of like a camel. It's pretty unfortunate.

"That's because Angel is--" Bradley looks left and right conspicuously "---a dirty hussy."

"I'll be sure to tell her that," Katie says from directly behind them. "Though for the record I'm pretty sure she thinks Bradley has a learning disorder. A genetic one."

Also side note, Unicorn Party.


Bradley: Mum? What are you doing here?

BRADLEY'S MUM IS GOING A BIT GREY AT THE TEMPLES BUT IT JUST MAKES HER LOOK AUSTERE. HE IS CONTEMPLATING HAVING HER PORTRAIT PAINTED.

COLIN: HEY, HAPPY BIRTHDAY.
BRADLEY: [TACKLES EXUBERANTLY]
COLIN: OW!
ANGEL: I DON'T THINK HE HAS ENOUGH PADDING TO TAKE THAT KIND OF BLOW, BRADLEY. MAYBE YOU SHOULD GET OFF HIM.
KATIE: I HAVE IT ON GOOD AUTHORITY THAT HE TAKES ALL SORTS OF BLOWS FROM BRADLEY ALL THE TIME. IF YOU CATCH MY DRIFT.
ANGEL: D:
ANTHONY HEAD: I CATCH IT.

ANTHONY IS ONE OF THE COOL KIDS. HE'S THE ONE WHO TOLD THEM TO STOP DRINKING MILK. I HEAR IT'S BAD FOR YOUR BONES OR SOMETHING. THAT'S WHAT ANTHONY SAID.

He said a lamp fell on him! OH, BRADLEY.

BRADLEY: OMG, WE HAVE TO COME UP WITH A GOOD STORY FOR WHERE WE WERE.
COLIN: UH, I'M PRETTY SURE THEY ALL KNOW.
BRADLEY: !!!
BRADLEY: ...
BRADLEY: OH! YOU'RE JOKING!

LATER, TO CAMERA:

BRADLEY: ...BUT NOW I'VE ATTUNED MYSELF TO HIS SENSE OF HUMOUR, WHICH IS PRETTY DARK, ACTUALLY.
COLIN: NO HE HASN'T.