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// N/A - TheXIIILightning 
// Story: June - 2012 (T.W.G.) 
// by The Writer's Group 
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Author: TheXIIILightning
Prompt: Luna and Cooking.
Title: N/A


	
"Oh Tia, do I have to!?"
As much as I adore my sister, she is unbearable sometimes. First, she 'forgot' to warn me about the Royal Canterlot Voice before I went to Ponyville, although the festivities ended rather pleasantly, I will not forget those agonizing shrieks too soon. Then there was the changeling incident, it's not my fault that I have a heavy sleep! But Celestia still teases me about it but deep down I know she means well.
Then there's this...
"Yes Luna." She nodded sternly. "Every mare your age needs to learn how to cook." She pushed me towards the kitchen balcony.
"But Tiaaaaa!" I turned towards her, using the best puppy-eyes I could summon on her. "I'm way over a thousand years old!"
Celestia just laughed and picked up an apron, throwing it at me.
"Another reason for you to learn, dear sister." I took the apron of my face and pouted.
"Aren't you afraid I'll poison somepony? I'm certain you care about the well-being of your subjects." That statement can surely get me a few points. She gave me the 'I'm onto you' look.
"Please little sister, I wouldn't force anypony to eat your meals. And we're both immortal! So I'm sure whatever disaster you create won't be harmful." I stomped my hoof on the ground.
"My cooking is not that bad!"
"Luna." She got stern. "You banished the microwave to the sun."
"It was faulty!" The damn thing hated me. It wouldn't even defrost ice!
"You scared the cook to the point of insanity. Poor Screwloose is still being treated." She sighed and shook her head.
"I forgot to open the cans before they went into the oven, big deal." I dismissed that claim with a wave of my hoof.
"It was dog food. " She turned her back on me and went towards the door. "I expect to see something remotely edible in an hour." She closed the door and yelled. "Or no video games for a week!"
I growled and turned towards the balcony, might as well see what we have here. We have eggs, lettuce, tomatoes... oh? What's this?
I picked up something, it was round and big, it had a few letters on it, it read: Inflammable.
"This won't do, I need something flammable." I frowned and tossed the useless object behind me, not realizing it was flying towards the lit barbecue.
The object bounced around, and missed the flame by a mere inch, sitting still with it's top pointed at the flame.
"Well, I guess I'll start by cutting the eggs..."
I searched the drawers looking for a knife, but instead I found a hammer."
"Odd, I heard Griffins use these to make meat smoother..." I tossed it behind me. "Useless in this kitchen."
The hammer flew and hit the top of the cylinder, which started leaking gas and releasing a weird odor in the room.
"Wait..." I sniffed the air. "What is that awful smell?"
*BOOM*