"Whatcha doin there, Pinkie?" I asked as I strolled into the kitchen. Now that I didn't have to redo my essay, I had plenty of free time.
As it turns out, she was baking a PieCake. Not a pie, not a cake, but a PieCake.
Yep! It's both! ... IN THAT ORDER!
Ooh boy, here comes that creepy grin again.
"Would you like to try a rainbow cupcake???"
Huh, that actually sounds pretty good right now, even coming from an insane mare mixing up a hurricane in my kitchen...
I picked up one of the "rainbow cupcakes" that Pinkie had set out on a tray. Strangely, the arrangement seemed to be set in... a pony shape...
My mind suddenly came to a chilling theory.
"Pinkie, did you--"
Her hair immediately re-inflated, her cheeriness covering up all traces of her inner insanity.
"Use every possible color of frosting as well as three boxes of food coloring?! YEP!"
Ok, good. For a moment there I thought she baked a pony into cupcakes.
I never said I didn't...
Oh...
oh.
7609894 Would you like some cupcakes?
7609972
Cupcakes are disgusting.
7609981 *Muffin munching noises*
7609984
Muffins are tolerable, though I prefer brownies.
7609992 Fudge brownies?
7610015
Of course.
7610110 Yasssss...
7610116
Say it again, daddy
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