I don't know how long I was out, but apparently it was for a good part of the day.
I woke up to the smell of Pinkie's cooking. How I know what her cooking smells like? I really don't know.
"Hi, Anon!" she chirped as she handed me a plate full of a nice, hot... mess?"
"What is that?" I asked, pointing at the steaming heap as I stood up from the sofa.
Pinkie shugged, and shoved the surprisingly sweet heap of something in my mouth.
"I call it Mount McSizzle, 'cause I heat up the chocolate until it's sizzling! But the rest of it is stuff from your fridge!"
"Specifically?" I asked, raising a brow at the goopy mess of a plate in front of me.
"Some mushy bananas, a brown lump of weird-smelling stuff, some eggs, and all the chocolate bars!"
I ran her words through my mind, and I suddenly realized...
"Pinkie..." I began, staring into her eyes, "You do realize that the "brown lump" is pre-cooked hamburger meat. Right?"
Pinkie shrugged.
"I'm in your world, I don't need to stick to Equestrian standards!"
So apparently Pinkie's unfazed by the fact that she made food from the flesh of another living being.