Maud Pie poured a bunch of rocks into a bowl and passed it to Taste Explosion.
“Uh...” He tentatively grabbed it and shook it once or twice. “What's this?”
“Rocks.”
“Rocks?”
“Rocks.”
“Why rocks?”
“Because rocks.”
“No, really. This is a test about cooking, and I asked what you're passionate about, and you gave me rocks. Nopony can eat rocks. What were you thinking?”
“That's not true. You can make all kinds of food from rocks. There's rock candy, rock casserole, rock soup, rock cider, rock tarts–”
“Whoa, whoa whoa. Now I know you're just pulling my tail. I mean, I can appreciate a joke as much as the next pony but I'm serious when it comes to cooking. If any of that stuff was actually possible wouldn't you have just made some?”
“But–”
“No buts. If you can't take this seriously then I can't let you stay. Sorry, but perhaps you'd have better luck with a different subject that's an utter joke—like physics.”
Drat.