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// Story: Choose Your Own Adventure: Maud's Education 
// by Palm Palette 
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“...cooking,” Maud said.

“Rock science and cooking? That's an... odd combo.” The receptionist smiled, trying to be polite. “What made you think of combining those fields, if you don't mind my asking?”

“I make rock candy.”

“Huh. I'd never have thought of that. I guess even an old mare like me can learn something new. You'll find the rock science classes in the Geodome. Cooking is studied in Doughnut Hall. Talk to Taste Explosion for the placement test. If you don't do well you can always come back here and try a different subject.”

Maud grabbed the information packets and walked off. Doughnut Hall wasn't actually circular. It was a plain, red brick building just like every other plain red brick building on campus. The only real distinct feature seemed to be a powerful cinnamon odor that wafted in her face as soon as she opened the door.

An energetic brown earth pony in chef's garb and hat smiled at her. “You must be one of the new students. Come to try your hoof at cooking? I've got the kitchen set up if you want to take the entrance exam.”

“Okay,” Maud droned.

“Yikes. Such enthusiasm. Please step in and take your place at the counter. But before you begin, can you please tell me what this is?” Taste Explosion held up a rolling pin. He balanced it on his nose.

Maud wasn't sure whether or not he was playing with a kitchen utensil or mocking her intelligence. Even a foal knows what a rolling pin is. How should she respond?

It's a rock.
This is a waste of time.
It's a rolling pin.