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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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Hanna was... not following this very well. It reminded her of some of Rachel's commentary on social mores. "So, this Hester High-- wants books that others do not want?"

"Right," Amy said. "Books with sex in them or allusions to witchcraft or a positive message about accepting differences. A lot of schools don't go for that stuff, but people at Hester eat it up."

Welcome to America, Hanna!

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"Why would they object to witchcraft?" Moreover. "Or sex? The Encyclopedia has many definitions in it, related to sex. Do they not want encyclopedias, as well?"

Now Amy felt responsible for explaining the habits of conservative Texans objectively, and that was just weird. "It's sort of a moral thing," she tried. "Some people think teenagers shouldn't be having sex, so they try to keep them from reading things that might make them want to try it. Or they're really religious, and witchcraft is a no-no in their religion, so they nix any books or movies that seem like they might encourage it. Like Dusk."

Ugh.

"I guess your dad doesn't do that?"

Great, Amy. Now Hanna was going to track down that book. And actually read it. You were going to get so many questions.

"No." Hanna's voice was muted, but steady. "We only had a couple books at home. But ... he always read to me, when I was younger. And later. Whatever I asked for. Even if it embarrassed him."

That entry on the sperm whale, for instance. Erik had clearly wanted to be somewhere else, reading something else, but he'd persevered.

"That's sweet." And not at all Amy's mom's style. "My mom threw out my Barry Plodder books when I was little because she didn't approve of the magic. I had to read them at my friend's house."

Thank god for Karma's hippie parents.

That was Erik for you. Sweet, when he wasn't methodically planning spy ops. "That seems unfair as well." Another book series to track down! "Your friend's parents didn't mind? Or feel they must discuss it with your mother?" Hanna had about zero frame of reference, aside from Sophie's parents-- who'd either obliviously accepted her lies (Rachel) or wondered why her father let her hitchhike through Europe (Sebastian).

"No, the Ashcrofts are pretty relaxed," Amy said. Relaxed enough to have almost accidentally given her weed brownies more than once in her childhood. "It was just weird, because the other half of the time, Karma was at my house playing with dolls in secret because her parents didn't approve of the standards of gender promoted by Barbie. No parents are cool with everything, right?"

"I suppose that is true," Hanna said, thinking back. "My father-- when I decided I was ready to ... see new things. He let me. But he wanted me not to leave home, too." She was quiet. "And he didn't like it when I argued with him."

All things considered, he'd been pretty good about it, really. But that was leaving aside lying about being her father in the first place.

"I wonder what he would think of this place."

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