> Sandwich of No Importance
>  by CrimsonEquine
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> Sandwich
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	Spike awoke from his slumbering, scratching his eye crust with sharp claws. He had felt rumbling in his stomach and needed to get sustenance into his mouth. Usually he would drool for gems, but at this point of his life, eating anything other than a vegetarian diet wouldn't look good to the ponies around him. He left his chair to the kitchen and opened the fridge. Inside, there was a whole bunch of decadent foods to digest. 

Spike picked out the ingredients that comprised of cold bread, vegetarian cheese, salad, mustard, and sliced tomatoes. He pulled a plate from the kitchen drawer and set it down onto the table. One by one, he assigned them in order the way he always liked. Bread, tomato, cheese, salad, and then he grabbed a knife from the cupboard and spread the mustard after he squeezed into the top bread. 

The vegetarian sandwich was an acquired taste. A dragon like him would want digestible foods that have meat by products and animal oils, yet knew it wouldn't fit in this pony society. Once he would crave for a piece of meat, long ago has that craving decayed. Now its always to be leafy goods and sometimes gems if lucky. Spike returned to the living room to eat his sandwich and slumber in the chair he liked. It was furniture that caught his eye during a medieval festival that Twilight and him went to.

It was a replica of the seat that Star Swirl the Bearded sat on, and with that information, Twilight gladly bought it for him. It looked mystical, arcane runes and etched gems made into the overall design. 

Spike smelled his dinner, it barely had a scent, but had a distinct smell of freshness that he enjoyed. He took a bite of the scrumptious meal, the tang of the mustard adding that saltiness it needed. Although it was a nice bite, it still needed something to give it a new edge.
Spike pondered on what to do, thinking of different ways to make the sandwich better. Maybe add some pepper or a smidgen of more mustard? No, none of that would be enough.

Then, he got an idea that made him reel in hunger. Going to the kitchen again and placing the sandwich onto the plate. He took a deep breath and threw fire. Seeing that the sandwich was flame broiled, he took a bite and flavored the smoky taste. It was delightful, just what he needed to spice the meal up. It was so good that he didn't notice the lone flame growing on the surface of the wooden table.

He returned to his treasured seat and continued to eat happily. The flames spreading over the kitchen and gaining strength over the tree's wooden structure. Finished with his meal, only then did he hear the crackling that spelt doom for his peace. Turning to the sight before him, Spike finally saw the green fire engulfing the tree house. Combustion would crumble everything in its path if he did nothing and Twilight would kill him if that happened.

Spike ran outside where the bucket and the water faucet were. He desperately turned the faucet for copious amount of water to flow. The bucket and faucet were usually used for watering the tree, but at this moment gained a new purpose. Into the Tree House he went, seeing that the fire has spread even farther to the tree's wall. It was getting closer to the many books that sat in the place, it would be a disaster if they were burned.

Raising his arms, Spike threw the water at the fire and some of it was extinguished, but there was still some spreading along. He ran outside as fast he could, going in and out continuously until the fire was gone. Running so fast caused him to place the bucket onto the ground and sit on it tired. The crisis averted, he could now slumber in his chair as he intended to do before this mess.

Spike moved to the chair he liked; a small piece of burnt wood fell from the ceiling and landed to the floor. He relished the moment that he had left in his nice seat. For tomorrow morning there was going to be hell on earth for his actions. Now he could relax and forget about the world and remember the delightful meal he ate. He knew that Twilight wouldn't exactly kill him for what had happened. That was just an exaggeration in his head. Anything to keep the inevitable horror of Twilight Sparkle seeing her home half burnt and the kitchen ruined from his mind.

Spike snuggled into the seat, the thoughts of his punishment would not cease. He began to cry himself to sleep.

The next day, Spike woke up with a nudge. Twilight watched him with her big eyes.

"I can explain." 

"Start."

"I kinda burnt the house by accident for trying to flame broil a sandwich."

"Really? Well, I hope you learned your lesson, I'll just fix this up then ."

"Wait, you're not angry?"

"Of course I'm angry. The fact that I can fix this easily is what saved you."

"Oh, well, I'm sorry Twilight. I didn't mean to..."

"Its alright Spike, just don't do it again."

With a flare of her horn, Twilight healed the treehouse of its burnt wounds. Purple magic surrounded the nasty parts before shifting back to a pre-burnt state.

"I'll fix the kitchen later, now I'm off to Zecora's, don't do anything crazy until I come back."

As Twilight exited the home, Spike took in a breath of fresh relief and exhaled a massive flame that scorched a whole bookshelf. Seeing at what he had just spontaneously done, He sadly lay in fetal position upon the chair he loved so much.