Pound Cake opened the refrigerator. Inside was a batch of chocolate-chip cookies. He had spent the whole night last night baking them for Autumn’s welcome-home party, she would be checking out of the hospital in less than an hour.
Mr. and Mrs. Cake were in the main part of the shop, decorating.
Pumpkin was levitating a tube of icing over a cake, writing the words ‘Welcome Home Autumn.’ Although, with Pumpkin’s hoofwriting, it looked more like ‘Wobome Humy Outunn’. Pound Cake brought out the tray of cookies, to see Pinkie telling Mr. Cake how to move the balloons around.
“A smidgameter to the rightish, while still staying leftly.” Pinkie said, and Mr. Cake rolled his eyes.
Scootaloo, Applebloom, and Sweetie Belle were guarding the door. “She’s coming!” Sweetie yelled. “Everypony hide!” Applebloom yelled, and everypony dove to their hiding spots.
Everypony, but Pound. Pound grabbed his bouquet of roses, which he had been storing under the first table near the door, and went into the kitchen. After he heard everypony yell ‘Surprise!’, he came out, holding the roses. Autumn still had her wings wrapped up, but her hind leg was healed. Pound stepped up to Autumn, holding the roses.
“Oh, Pound! You got me roses!” Autumn said happily. Pound hoofed them to her.
“Just glad to have my girlfriend back from the hospital.” Pound said, and hugged Autumn.
“I’m glad to be back, too.” Autumn said. They both sat down at the table with the chocolate-chip cookies, and they both shared them.
“Mmmm, these are good.” Autumn said, and Pound blushed.
“I made them myself.” Pound said, and Autumn stuffed another cookie in her mouth. Scootaloo stepped up to the table.
“Hello Scootaloo.” Autumn said, and Pound nodded to greet her.
“I just found out who won the Ponyville Prized Pegasus competition.” Scootaloo said.
“It’s been like a month, you didn’t know already?” Pound asked. Scootaloo cringed. “Well, we all sort of ran out of the stadium when you flew out, Pound.” Scootaloo said. “Anyway, it was that orange pony.” Scootaloo said.
“Scarlet Stripe? She won? Wow, I guess she was right.” Pound said. Autumn put her hoof on Pound’s mouth.
“Let’s not talk about that right now. Let’s enjoy right now.” Autumn said, and she was right. Pound was happy, he had a girlfriend, and life was good.
Some might even say, as sweet as cakes.
THE END