He pulls me out of bed by the tail and drags me down the stairs to the kitchen. For a pony half my size, he's surprisingly strong. Or maybe I'm just surprisingly light.
"Ta-da!" he says, waving his arms over the kitchen table. He's laid out a full breakfast for me. Toast, milk, oatmeal—all there. My eyes widen, and I swallow to keep myself from drooling in front of my brother. He's a bit of a brat at times, but he's usually a good pony. This, however, was new.
"What... What is this?" I ask.
"Oh, it's just something I came up with," he replies. "You know, for a great older sister like you."
I'm stunned. "Alright, Coal," I say, raising an eyebrow. "What's going on? Did you get Mr. Poppy's cat stuck in a tree again?"
"What? Of course not!" He beams. "I just wanted you to know how much I appreciate you and all that. You know, brotherly-sisterly stuff."
"You want me to buy something for you."
The corners of his wide smile falls by a nearly imperceptable bit.
"It's that new cap everypony's been wearing. It's just so cool! It has a propeller, it's aerodynamic, whatever that means, it comes in all kinds of colors, it..." He grabs my hoof and pulls me down into a chair. "But, uh, don't worry about that. Just eat up for now. I'm almost late for school, so bye!"