Immortality isn't all it's cracked up to be. Just ask someone who would know. Like... Apple Bloom, for instance.

Written for the February Writeoff - Closing Time

Lyra makes pudding one night, but forgets why.

Cover art by the amazing and fantastic Lamia.

This is the first installment of the Sleepy Author Challenge.
What happened was that I wrote this at about two in the morning with no game plan and no editors or proofreaders. I also did this in one sitting. I did not, nor will I ever edit this myself. (My eyes still hurt.)

The prompt for this fic was "Lyra makes pudding at 4 AM," requested by Vargras.

Criticism is encouraged. Blank comments such as "5/5" or "MOAR" will be deleted. Quality not guaranteed.