The Journalist looked at the Prince before nodding. “Of course I remember you. Why wouldn’t I Prince?” He gave the flaming stallion a smile before he turned his computer screen towards him. “And so do the rest of the crew. They’ve moved to Trottingham though. Started their own paper. It’s getting popular from what I hear.”
The Journalist sighed before leaning back into his swivel chair that he had set up in the renovated library. As he read over the message he simply shook his head, “I really can’t take that as a true statement from somepony who doesn’t capitalize the starting word and punctuate the sentence. He may have gotten stuck in a cannon but he’s not dumb. He’s not dumb because he actually learns from his mistakes. We’ve made embarrassing mistakes in our life. And you have too anon.”
“Just, be careful out there hon. A violent madpony is less predictable compared to a Changeling,” The Journalist felt like he was now playing the overprotective mother role, but that was alright with him. He had been staying inside the library mostly, managing the books and the visitors while working on various other stories for the magazines.
The Journalist’s eyes widened at what Twilight told him. He gave Twilight a tight hug and a kiss. After that was finished, Keen walked over to a small cupboard. He opened it and retrieved his old Tesla pistol. “Take this.” The Journalist held out the pistol for Twilight to take. “It’ll come out as a useful thing, trust me.”
The large rows of books and new furniture was something Keen had worked on while he was with Silver for a few days. “Well, honey, do you remember the few days I spent with Silver over in Manehattan?” The Journalist asked his wife with a small smile. He had secretly been working on the library. It was now modernized. The shelves were all renewed and labeled, there was even a few computers per table to be used to search for any of the books.
The Journalist gave his friend a hug before patting her on the shoulders. “Glad to see you’ve returned here to Ponyville Survivor.”
The stallion dashed to the entrance of the Library with the rolling ladder. The tail of his coat flew by his side as it did so. As the ladder reached one endpoint, the grey furred equine hopped off the ladder without making as much as a soft plop on the ground. “Hello sir, welcome to the Ponyville Library, may I interest you in something?”
The Journalist waved a hoof at the updated collection of books that he had gathered from various sources to restore his wife’s library. He had updated the interior of the library too. It was now efficient with its space. ”We have all types of books, but the nonfiction books are currently being organized. We don’t have them in the proper Dewey Decimal System yet.”