The air was electric. The back and forth between the two ponies had been coming to a head for the past few weeks. On the one hoof, Applejack, the owner-in-all-but-name of Sweet Apple Acres, and the heiress to the vast library of family recipes. Truly, she was skilled with baking dish and rolling pin and pastry equally.
But equally skilled was her opponent, glaring at her from the opposite side of the outdoor kitchen that had been set up in the town square; one Pinkie Pie. Mistress of flour and sugar and icing, purveyor of all things sweet.
It had all begun with a dinner around Twilight's table in her castle, and a few comments had been tossed around regarding which for the two was the better baker. Naturally, Applejack had thrown out that she had family recipes which had been perfected over generations, and the family love and care that went into every dish. Pinkie Pie had responded with the fact that she had an apprenticeship with not one but two professional chefs, and then hit Applejack with a bag of flour before cartwheeling out of the castle.
The verbal sniping had continued until Twilight had gone to the mayor, and gotten the current event set up. Both bakers would be allowed three hours to create the best dishes they could, and then they would be tasted by an independent panel of judges. One judge was Mayor Mare herself; another was Princess Celestia, who was wearing a floral print shirt, and the third was Lyra Heartstrings, who wasn't quite sure how she kept ending up on these things.
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But as Twilight rung the bell to start the event, as Pinkie Pie and Applejack glared at each other over the eggs, Pinkie Pie suddenly broke out into a smile, yanked Applejack over the bench, and started making out with her.
Twilight cleared her throat.
"Nothing to see here, everypony," she called, as a number of the ponies in the crowd began to blush, and the three flower sisters wailed and fainted. And so, the contest was declared a draw.