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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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Ducking! So much ducking! Because being covered in glitter and icing did not seem like a good way to start the class.

And yet also, smiling. Because-- it was a pink pony. That talked. Hanna was irresistibly reminded of Mr. Knepfler, and his silly dance, and singing. Which was a little sad, too, but-- really. PINK.

Then she wound up staring at the cake, trying to think of how to represent herself. In frosted cakes.

Derek huffed because why was he placed in charge of children? He was terrible at this.

"Maybe put your name first."

Hanna nodded solemnly at him, reaching for the icing sleeve. Then stopping, and grabbing the blue one for no reason.

HANNA was spelled out pretty easily, and then... A huff. "How would you represent hunting?"

A bow? A gun? Her first impulse was a dead elk, but that seemed complicated. And people might react badly.

"What kind of hunting?" Derek asked, sventing the air a little more carefully.

What he'd scent was someone a little... more human? DNA-compromised? What *was* the right term here?

Oblivious to this, Hanna blurted, "Elk. And caribou. Although rabbit is fine when there is nothing else, and it makes lovely mittens." She paused and added, "But I don't think those blue deer would taste very good."

"They don't." Look, he'd been a wolf ar the time. It wasn't his fault. "Put one of those animals on there."

He glanced over at Pinkie.

"Still alive."

Hooves were involved, so he was hedging his bets on the safe side.

"Oh." Yes, that would work. "Thank you, Derek." She glanced at Pinky, and blinked. "She's not like... animals we eat, though."

She could talk. And she was pink. If they weren't eating blue deer, pink ponies were safe.

"No, she's not." Sage advice from Derek Hale. Stop laughing at that sentence.

Then, after a moment of thought, added, "Keep the hunting to the daytime here."

Just to be safe. Didn't need Jack or himself shot during a full moon.

"Are there other predators at night?"

And now, a little icing star. Creativity! She was accomplishing it!

A plus star work!

"Sometimes."

Hanna frowned, then nodded. "Then I shall take extra care."

And only go out if, say, someone invaded the dorm with guns. Or wolves knocked on her door.

Wolves wold indeed be polite enough to knock. It was what made them awesome, you see.

"Good work."

"Whatcha gonna make?" Pinkie asked, peering over Hanna's shoulder. "Huh huh huh?"

Hanna didn't startle, but she did examine Pinkie very thoroughly, from the huge eyes to the pink hair, to the bouncing.

"I thought, after my name-- a caribou?"

Faced with a pink pony, putting animals she hunted on her cake now seemed a little... ahem.

"Oh neato! Caribous are really pretty!"

And fortunately, Pinkie didn't happen to know any personally.

"Yes. I like their antlers," Hanna admitted, still a little thrown, but now more curious than anything. "Where are you from?"

Magic was one thing, that she was starting to get her mind around. Pink ponies? Were entirely different.

"I'm from Ponyville!" Pinkie said, grinning. "It's the bestest town ever in all of Equestria where earth ponies, unicorns, and pegasuseseses all live and work together in harmony and all my bestest friends live there. Well, all my bestest pony friends. Derek's my bestest human-shaped friend and he lives here in Fandom."

Hanna looked from Derek to Pinkie, then back, and considered that. "I don't have any friends," she said, somewhat quiet. "At least, not yet... Equestria sounds..." She smiled. "Like a fairy tale."

"You mean like with witches and princesses and big bad wolves?" Pinkie asked. ". . . Yeah, that'd be kinda accurate." She gave Hanna a big-eyed look. "You don't have any friends at all back home? Were you too busy learning in books to get around to it?"

That was what Twilight had been like. But Pinkie and the others had shown her the true meaning of friendship and now she had lots and lots of friends!

"There wasn't anyone else around, before, to become friends," Hanna said matter-of-factly. She was getting more used to telling truths about herself now. Less wary that they'd be used against her. "Except Papa." She looked down at her wrist, and held out her friendship bracelet. "And Sophie. But I don't know where she is now."

"...do you know many witches?" She shivered.

Pinkie shook her head. "I know a Zecora," she said. "She's a zebra who does magic using potions like witches in stories, but she's not evil at all! She's very nice and helpful and she talks in rhymes."

Okay, that got a giggle. "Rhymes?"

Perhaps-- "Can witches be good?"

"Like when you're singing only she's talking!" Pinkie explained. "And I think probably they can? My friends and I have learned that all sorts of different creatures can turn out to be good. Even when they seem mean and nasty in the beginning, maybe it's just 'cause they're having a bad day."

"The only Witch I ever met was evil. And wasn't really magic. It was just a name." Hanna reached for the chocolate icing, and looked thoughtful. "So you should be polite. Even if they might be wolves that wish to eat your grandmother."

At least, according to the stories she'd read.

"Well, no, if they wanna eat your grandmother, you should probably try to stop them. But if they're just looking big and mean and scary and you don't know why, then you should try being nice and see what happens!"

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