>Now you fucked up.
>You have fucked up now.
>Fiddling with IE's setting, you'd somehow made her even worse than she was.
>Browser wise that is, she's an excellent pony.
>Not so when it comes to to 'interwebbing' as it were.
>Before you, in all her clumsy glory, stood IE, specifically, version seven.
"Anon, are you mad at me?"

>You bite you lip, an indecisive look on your face.
>Her voice has changed, not much, but slightly younger sounding, and her colors swapped too.
"A-Anon?"
>IE's quavering voice snaps you from your thoughts, looking at her you see she's nearly in tears, shaking too.
>You swiftly scoop her up into your arms, holding her shivering frame tightly against your bosom, bouncing her up and down like a toddler.
>"We've been over this before IE, I'm never truly mad at you, frustrated sometimes, but I could never hate you."

>Sniffling IE pulls back too look you in the eye, her eyes red from holding back tears.
"I'm sorry Anon, I-i can't remember, i'm sorry"
>Hmm seems like the revert wiped a bit of her memory, and when did IE get smaller?
>Holding her away from you, you note that she is indeed smaller, and much lighter too.
"What are you doing Anon?"
>IE's inquisitive nature always did appeal to you, you liked explaining things.
>"Just checking you out IE, you seem to be smaller, younger I suppose, than you used to be."
>You briefly notice a blush one IE's face, but you're thoughts quickly turn to the more practical.
>Setting her down you ask her to pull up youtube, after about five minutes of struggling, IE manages to pull up the page.
>Only to have a bunch of error's and mismatched plugins.
"Oops."