"Twilight!" Cadance tore the door off its hinges and ate it. "Twilight, why the actual buck did you let Spike sell your microwave?!"
Twilight shrugged, not even taking a moment to look away from the stacks of banana peels that she'd been counting. Microwave selling was a serious business, which was why she was lucky to have Spike as a business partner in such a venture.
"Twilight, answer me!" Cadance shouted through mouthfuls of door pulp, "I saw a monkey walk out of this place not even a minute ago, carrying the biggest, most beautiful microwave I've ever laid eyes on!"
A sinister grin spread across Twilight's face. "You aren't my babysitter, are you?"
Kween Crispalisp proceeded to be smacked by a giant rolled-up newspaper and doused in a hefty amount of RAID (Shadow Legends).
"NO BABYSITTER OF MINE EATS MY DOOR LIKE THAT!" Twilight cackled the entire way through. "THE REAL CADANCE EATS HER DOORS SLOWLY, COOKED MEDIUM-RARE WITH PRENCH HERBS!"
EDIT: The real Cadance is still salty about Twilight's microwave business. :V