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fandomhigh2014-01-08 03:04 am
locointhecoco) wrote in fandomhigh2014-01-08 03:04 am
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Friendship is Baking!!!!1!, Wednesday, Period 3
Ah, weren't you all glad you picked this class already? Because if not, there was plenty of time to change your mind with glitter, spontaneous song and dance numbers, and lurking in the distance.
Awww yeah.
There was already a lovely tray of cupcakes on display when students arrived, sitting there to tempt everyone with their delicious buttercream-ness. So, a food bribe helped make this a good class. Right? Right.
Pinkie stood behind the front desk, a chef's hat perched jauntily atop her mane, a pair of oven mitts -- with thumbs, it should be noted -- on her front hooves. Why would a pony have thumbed oven mitts? Why would a pony wear a saddle as a fashion accessory in a world where there was nothing to ride her? It's best just to not ask questions. Seriously. Don't ask them.
And Derek was costume free, wearing enough monotone clothing to look like he escaped a dystopian future. The blood stains on the hem of his shirt did not help this. "Welcome to class." He did not sound excited to see any of you.
That was alright, Pinkie was excited enough for FIVE of Derek. "Hihihihi!" she greeted the students. "Today, we have cupcakes!"
WAIT, WHERE DID THAT MUSIC COME FROM?
Derek took the musical cue to look hunted. Because this was all a horrible mistake that he kept making. It was like his life was only an endless cycle of misery for the entertainment of the masses. OH WAIT.
Pinkie burst into song without so much as a prelude, pulling out mixing bowls and dishes as she went. At the end of the first couple lines, she jumped up to plop a chef's hat on Derek's head. The second line, she shoved a white apron with "KISS ME, I'M GRUMPY" written on it onto him. By the end of the whole thirty second number, she'd managed to hand him a whisk, a dashing handlebar mustache, and the whole platter of cupcakes.
"Introduce yourselves!" she told the class. "Tell us your names, your favorite baked goods, and anything in particular you want to learn how to make, and then Derek will give you a cupcake!" She bounced, letting out a little EEEEE noise of excitement.
She just loved being a teacher SO MUCH, you guys. SO. MUCH.
Aaaaand Derek hated his life choices. And the mustache. Mostly the mustache. Which would be why that was promptly ripped off before he grabbed the damn tray of cupcakes.
Best. Teachers. Ever.
Awww yeah.
There was already a lovely tray of cupcakes on display when students arrived, sitting there to tempt everyone with their delicious buttercream-ness. So, a food bribe helped make this a good class. Right? Right.
Pinkie stood behind the front desk, a chef's hat perched jauntily atop her mane, a pair of oven mitts -- with thumbs, it should be noted -- on her front hooves. Why would a pony have thumbed oven mitts? Why would a pony wear a saddle as a fashion accessory in a world where there was nothing to ride her? It's best just to not ask questions. Seriously. Don't ask them.
And Derek was costume free, wearing enough monotone clothing to look like he escaped a dystopian future. The blood stains on the hem of his shirt did not help this. "Welcome to class." He did not sound excited to see any of you.
That was alright, Pinkie was excited enough for FIVE of Derek. "Hihihihi!" she greeted the students. "Today, we have cupcakes!"
WAIT, WHERE DID THAT MUSIC COME FROM?
Derek took the musical cue to look hunted. Because this was all a horrible mistake that he kept making. It was like his life was only an endless cycle of misery for the entertainment of the masses. OH WAIT.
Pinkie burst into song without so much as a prelude, pulling out mixing bowls and dishes as she went. At the end of the first couple lines, she jumped up to plop a chef's hat on Derek's head. The second line, she shoved a white apron with "KISS ME, I'M GRUMPY" written on it onto him. By the end of the whole thirty second number, she'd managed to hand him a whisk, a dashing handlebar mustache, and the whole platter of cupcakes.
"Introduce yourselves!" she told the class. "Tell us your names, your favorite baked goods, and anything in particular you want to learn how to make, and then Derek will give you a cupcake!" She bounced, letting out a little EEEEE noise of excitement.
She just loved being a teacher SO MUCH, you guys. SO. MUCH.
Aaaaand Derek hated his life choices. And the mustache. Mostly the mustache. Which would be why that was promptly ripped off before he grabbed the damn tray of cupcakes.
Best. Teachers. Ever.
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(Zhari)
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Listen to the lecture
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Introduce yourselves
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Now give him a cupcake, Derek.
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"Hey, I'm Victor," he said. "My favorite baked good is tres leches cake, and I'd like to learn to make Mexican pastries, like conchas and pastel de queso. They're hard to find on the island."
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She nodded at Derek.
"Also, does he have blood on his shirt?"
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"I'm Rilla Blythe, and I adore a good fruit pie," she said, "but I won't turn my nose up at a cupcake either."
Or toss it into a brook. Cough. Her childhood had been fraught with drama.
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