Pinkie Pie (
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fandomhigh2014-01-29 03:32 am
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Friendship is Baking!!!!1!, Wednesday, Period 3
Pinkie Pie was practically vibrating at the front of the class, today.
No. That wasn't the right term. What was it again? That thing that means -- literally. Yes, that's it.
Pinkie Pie was literally vibrating at the front of class, today.
It was as creepy as it sounds.
It also meant that Derek was trying to keep a safe distance from her. But the joke was on him, there was no safe distance. "Today we're going to learn to make pie."
Pinkie couldn't contain herself. She sproinged up into the air with a squee of delight not even remotely unlike the noise of a squeaky toy being devoured by a rottweiler. "I LOVE PIE!" she shrieked, then glanced over at Derek and made an obvious attempt to settle back down.
Thus, the vibrating.
Derek rubbed his forehead and regretted all of his life choices for the third time that day. It was a thing he did, you see. "Just make the pies," he said with a sigh. "We have apples."
And no, he wouldn't help any of you make the pies. ASK THE PONY WHO DOESN'T HAVE HANDS.
Hey, the pony that doesn't have hands is a skilled baker. Don't ask how that works. You really do not want to know.
No. That wasn't the right term. What was it again? That thing that means -- literally. Yes, that's it.
Pinkie Pie was literally vibrating at the front of class, today.
It was as creepy as it sounds.
It also meant that Derek was trying to keep a safe distance from her. But the joke was on him, there was no safe distance. "Today we're going to learn to make pie."
Pinkie couldn't contain herself. She sproinged up into the air with a squee of delight not even remotely unlike the noise of a squeaky toy being devoured by a rottweiler. "I LOVE PIE!" she shrieked, then glanced over at Derek and made an obvious attempt to settle back down.
Thus, the vibrating.
Derek rubbed his forehead and regretted all of his life choices for the third time that day. It was a thing he did, you see. "Just make the pies," he said with a sigh. "We have apples."
And no, he wouldn't help any of you make the pies. ASK THE PONY WHO DOESN'T HAVE HANDS.
Hey, the pony that doesn't have hands is a skilled baker. Don't ask how that works. You really do not want to know.

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Listen to the lecture
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At a station as far from the vibrating pony as she could get, thanks.
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...if someone else made the pie dough. She was currently muttering at her rolling pin as the crust stuck to it. "Why won't you stay in one piece?"
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The pies at Hunchback's cafe were...special.
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Also... real shoes.
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Bram Stoker got a lot wrong, Rilla.
"I'm terribly sorry."
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Aaaaand also full of monsters who lived up to and beyond the bad press, but Mavis had lived an extremely sheltered life.
"Like the drinking human blood thing. We can, but we don't. Not anymore."
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A lot of jalapenos.
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And at least they weren't grunts?
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