Dinnertime in the Cake household had become ever more troublesome once Cup Cake had birthed Pound and Pumpkin. As the twins were still young, they couldn’t eat solid foods just yet, meaning they had to cook two meals. Carrot Cake thanked Celestia that Pinkie was with them, as without a single word of protest, she had taken over cooking the dinner for herself and the elder Cakes, leaving Cup Cake to take care of the meal for the little pegasus and unicorn of the family. At first, he had been nervous, worried that Pinkie would take the opportunity to bake more things to satisfy the mare’s impossibly sweet tooth, but like with the foalsitting, he had been proven wrong.
“Pinkie!” called Carrot Cake, as he finished closing up Sugarcube Corner for the day. “Can you come out here for a second?”
“Okie-dokie-loki!” came the cheerful reply from the kitchen, and a few moments later, the pink mare bounced out from the kitchen and came to a stop in front of Carrot cake, “So, Mister Cake, what did you want to talk to me about?”
“I just wanted to let you know that both Cup and I really appreciate what you’ve been doing for us lately, helping us with dinner, foalsitting the twins, and that we wanted to show you how much we’re grateful for your help.”
“Aww, you don’t have to do that, silly!” smiled Pinkie Pie, “I just like helping ponies!”
“Still,” replied Carrot Cake, as Cup Cake entered the room from the stairs, a covered dish on her back, “We don’t feel right asking you to do all of these extra things without some kind of repayment. So Cup and I came up with this,” he explained, motioning to the dish on Cup Cake’s back.
Cup Cake walked over to a nearby table, expertly slid the dish onto it, and then she grasped the cover with her mouth and pulled it off with a flourish.
“Is-is that what I think it is?” said Pinkie, her eyes watering from sheer joy, “Is that a chocolate and hot sauce triple layer mud cake?”
Both of the Cakes nodded.
“It was a pain to get right, but it’s just how you like it, Pinkie dear,” said Cup Cake, “You don’t have to worry about our dinner tonight-you just enjoy your cake.”
Pinkie’s eyes went impossibly wide as she stared at the cake.
“All that-for me?” she breathed.
The Cakes nodded, and retreated up the stairs. “Have a good night, Pinkie. And once again, thank you for all your help.”