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// Taco Tuesday 
// Story: In Which SPark Attempts to be Slightly Less Verbose. 
// by SPark 
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“It’s Tueeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeesday!”  Pinkie called out in a sing-song voice.  “And you know what that means, don’t you?”

“No, I don’t” said Sweetcake.  He was currently brushing his coat, trying to get all the flour out of it.  He hadn’t been helping Pinkie bake very long, it was still just his first week in Ponyville with her, but he already had quite a lot of experience with getting flour, sugar, brown sugar, butter, frosting, and just about anything else one might find in a kitchen cleaned off of him.

“Taco tuesday, that’s what it means!” said Pinkie.  She started bouncing again.

Sweetcake could only shake his head at her enthusiasm.  “What’s a taco?”

Pinkie gasped dramatically.  “You don’t know what a taco is?”

For just a moment, Sweetcake automatically reached for the hive’s memory, to see what a taco was, then his face fell and he sighed when he realized he couldn’t.  “No.  I’ve never heard of one before.”

“Aww, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to make you sad.  Tacos are great!  They will cheer you up again!  Come on!  I’ll show you!”  Pinkie bounced out of the room.  Sweetcake, very confused, a little sad, a little curious, and still just a little bit dusted with flour, went after her.

A taco turned out to be a kind of crunchy bread—Sweetcake wasn’t sure how that worked—with lettuce, tomatoes, beans, and cheese in it.  It was, admittedly, pretty delicious.  He munched one with interest, and decided it was good.  Still not as good as cupcakes, or love, but quite nice.  The cheese reminded him a bit of the taste of sincerity.  

“Okay, I’ve eaten your taco,” he said with a smile when he finished.  “It was pretty good.”

Pinkie started giggling hysterically.  Sweetcake frowned at her, feeling puzzled.  What was so funny?  “Pinkie?”

“You… heeeee… you haven’t eaten my taco yet!”

“Uh.  Then… what was that?”

Pinkie giggled more, until she’d actually fallen out of her chair, but no matter what he asked, she wouldn’t explain what was so funny to him. 

He would never understand ponies.