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fandomhigh2015-01-14 02:04 am
locointhecoco) wrote in fandomhigh2015-01-14 02:04 am
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Friendship is Cakes!!, Wednesday, period 3
Observant students might eventually note that they could work out clues about the class's theme of the week by looking at Pinkie Pie's outfits.
Today, for instance, she had on a jaunty blue winter hat and scarf and mismatched knee socks, in which she was gleefully sliding back and forth in front of the chalkboard. One might conclude from this display that she had a wintery theme planned. Or that she was a crazy person.
Both of these would be accurate.
Though, to be accurate, she was a crazy pony. So. (You say that like ponies aren't people. SPECIESIST.)
Derek was looking up at the ceiling as though it would explain to him why he was there. Where his life had made that wrong turn into insanity. "The theme today is snow."
There. Suspense killed.
"Eeeee!" Pinkie agreed, sliding by. "We have lots of coconut and powdered sugar and blue things to make snowy scenes on your cakes with!"
Derek put out a hand to stop her lest she end up hitting the demonstration cake on the desk behind him. How did he hide that from view? He wasn't even that broad! Oh god, he'd been spending too much time with Pinkie Pie, hadn't he?
You spelled "enough time" wrong.
It was an impressive trick! Pinkie was so proud of his showmanship! Also of that cake. That was a damn fine cake.
Damn right it was.
"There are cakes to experiment on with the materials," Derek said, still holding Pinkie in place. "You're taking them home with you after."
"You can share them with all your friends!" Pinkie cheered, not in the least bit put off by being held in place. She was even still sliding her hooves about as though she were still skating around. "And that's what friendship is all about!"
Because someponies apparently needed explanations of the purposes of things.
Today, for instance, she had on a jaunty blue winter hat and scarf and mismatched knee socks, in which she was gleefully sliding back and forth in front of the chalkboard. One might conclude from this display that she had a wintery theme planned. Or that she was a crazy person.
Both of these would be accurate.
Though, to be accurate, she was a crazy pony. So. (You say that like ponies aren't people. SPECIESIST.)
Derek was looking up at the ceiling as though it would explain to him why he was there. Where his life had made that wrong turn into insanity. "The theme today is snow."
There. Suspense killed.
"Eeeee!" Pinkie agreed, sliding by. "We have lots of coconut and powdered sugar and blue things to make snowy scenes on your cakes with!"
Derek put out a hand to stop her lest she end up hitting the demonstration cake on the desk behind him. How did he hide that from view? He wasn't even that broad! Oh god, he'd been spending too much time with Pinkie Pie, hadn't he?
You spelled "enough time" wrong.
It was an impressive trick! Pinkie was so proud of his showmanship! Also of that cake. That was a damn fine cake.
Damn right it was.
"There are cakes to experiment on with the materials," Derek said, still holding Pinkie in place. "You're taking them home with you after."
"You can share them with all your friends!" Pinkie cheered, not in the least bit put off by being held in place. She was even still sliding her hooves about as though she were still skating around. "And that's what friendship is all about!"
Because someponies apparently needed explanations of the purposes of things.
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