fandomhigh | Friendship is Cakes!! - 3rd Period, Wednesday

Pinkie Pie had on a chef's hat and a yellow and blue mustache drawn on her face with icing.

She liked to make a good first impression. Derek had no yellow and blue mustache (he had a pretty epic stubble beard going on) and no need to make a good first impression. Instead, he had a frown.

The frown might have been aimed at the icing mustache. Because how did she even manage that?

The world may never know.

"Hihihihi everypony!" Pinkie greeted with a manic wave of a hoof. "Welcome to Friendship is . . . Baking? No, that was last time. Psssst!" she hissed sotto voce at Derek. "What did we officially name this one again?"

Oh god, she wanted Derek to remember? "Cake… decorating?" he ventured.

"Friendship is cake decorating?" Pinkie frowned thoughtfully. "That doesn't sound very snazzy. And it doesn't have nearly enough exclamation points on it. Oh well!" She threw up her hooves in a "whatever" kind of gesture. "Welcome to a friendshippy class about cakes! I'm Pinkie Pie!" And she held up a heart-shaped cake with her winking face drawn on it, framed by her yellow and blue cutie mark, with an illegible scrawl of black icing as a caption. "See?"

"She's real, you're not hallucinating," Derek added dryly. "You get used to it."

"He's Derek," Pinkie said, and held up another cake, this one circular with a big grey wolf on it. "Isn't he talented?!"

Derek huffed because that cake had been for friendship only, Pinkie. Not for sharing. "We're going to introduce ourselves with a cake that says something about you."

Friendship is sharing, Derek. "We've gots lots and lots and lots of different cakes for you!" Pinkie said, holding up several different shaped blank sheetcakes along with the two decorated ones she already had. "And lots and lots and lots of different colored icings!" A veritable rainbow of icing bags were added to the array, all held up at the end of a hoof. Seriously, was she secretly a bright pink milipede? "And what class would be complete without glitter!"

The big vat of shiny edible gold dust was apparently just one item too many for her. Pinkie went from proud to distressed as she stumbled, then desperately tried to keep all the cakes and icings and glitters balanced. She staggered back and forth across the room, letting out little "whoooooooooaaaaa, whooooooooooooooaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa"s as she went.

The students might want to take cover.

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Cassandra looked at the cake.

Then at her teachers.

Then at the cake.

"No," she said.

"That's fine," Derek replied with a shrug. "She'll just sing a song at you. About friendship."

Yes, somehow he was making the cheerful, pink pony into the bad cop here.

Well, so far, Cassandra did dislike him less than the pony?

"Why?" Cassandra demanded. "This does not seem very useful."

Hell if Derek knew. His shrug about said as much.

"Or she'll cry. You don't want to see that."

"She will sing, and then cry, because I refuse to put icing on a cake," Cassandra said flatly. "What qualifies her to teach?"

"You're new."

"I fail to see how that is relevant."

Of course you did, Cassandra.

"You get used to it." And grudgingly accept the glitter.

Pinkie slowly leaned out from behind a nearby stack of supplies. "It's fuuuuuuuuuuuuuu-uuuuuun," she said.

'Cause, you know, that wasn't creepy at all.

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Cassandra narrowed her eyes at Pinkie. Yes, very creepy.

"Keep your distance, creature."

Yeah, Pinkie wasn't super familiar with the concept of "personal space". "I'm not a creature," she said brightly. "I'm a pony, silly! See? I've got hooves and a mane and everything."

"If you were truly a pony, you would be silent," Cassandra felt she had to point out. "'Creature' will suffice."

"That's not true at all, silly," Pinkie said. "Even the non-talky horses here still go all 'neigh! neigh!'"

"You will keep your distance," Cassandra repeated, "and you will cease referring to me as 'silly'. My name is Cassandra."

She almost, almost pointedly appended Seeker to that.

"Ooo! You should put that on your cake!" Along with a big ole grumpy face, jeez!

"No," Cassandra said again.

"Why not?"

"Because this exercise is pointless and entirely unnecessary," Cassandra replied.

Pinkie gave this all the serious consideration it deserved. "You do realize this is a class in cake decorating, right?"

"I did not choose to enroll in any of these 'classes'," Cassandra replied. "I am here as a show of good faith to your 'school'."

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"It's delicious," Hanna felt compelled to point out. Not that she was going to nag Cassandra about it. Her previous encounter with her seemed to indicate that arguing with her was futile.

She'd be surprised, really. It just depended on the topic; once Cassandra got something into her head, it needed to be countered with strong evidence to change.

"Delicious it may be, that does not mean I should 'decorate' it," Cassandra said.

Hanna couldn't argue with that. She put a little squirt of icing on her cake, and contemplated it. "I suppose not. But what else would you do with it?" Unless you were just going to eat it, Cassandra. That would also be sensible.

"I have already eaten this morning," Cassandra said. "Surely there are needier people on this island who could eat some share of this cake, if it is not poisoned."

Which she would not put entirely past the creature.

If it was poisoned, Hanna was already doomed. She gave the cake a very alarmed look. "Do you think it likely?"

The pony was so cute! Why would she do that? And Derek seemed very nice!