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Celestia slinked through the hallways, her muffled hooves making no noise on the stone floor. As quickly as she could, Celest isa slipped into the kitchen and set about her business. Various bags of baking ingrediants floated out from their places in the pantry. A bag of lfour. Eggs from the Royal Hatchery. The finest sugar from Zebrica. And, most importantly, tubes of bright, white icing.

 

Celestia flew around the spacious kitchen, scanning for any sign of life. As she went, she locked each door and barred every window before drawing curtains over thewindows. Sighing, she settled back down at her workstation and surveyed the spread before her. Evertyhing she needed was assembled before her. Smiling, she reached inot the folds of her wing and drew out a piece of paper, a recipe.

 

She thought for a moment, cut that last sentence. [i]Pumpkin, always a good choice Tia,[/i] she thought t o herself. Lighting her horn, the ingredients swirled around her in a maelstrom of bakery. A large silver bowl lifted itself off the self to meet them, and each ingredient took its turn as it was poured or cracked or dumped into the mixing bowl. When Celestia was sure that the ratios were proper, she set the bowl down infront of her and sent the bags and boxes back to their seats in the pantry.

 

Grabbing a large wooden spoon in her hoof, Celestia began to slowly mix the batter, the spoon straining against the pseudo liquid as its viscosity increased. Eventually, after several long minutes of painstaking stirring, the batter was the correct consistency. A smile danced over her face as she licked the spoon, savouring the delicious flavor of the batter.

 

She trotted over to the ovens on the far side of the room, the bowl of batter bouncing along with her. As she approached the oven, sh e dropped the bowl to eye level and inspected it. The batter was smooth and tan, the perfect description of a cake batter. She opened an oven door and flicked on the heater, amplifying the heat with her own magic and setting the bater in the cozy confines of the oven.

 

Smiling to herself, she closed the door, set the time, and walked to a cushion she kept in the corner just for such occasions. She lay down, resting her head on her forelegs as she watched the oven bake the sweet, sweet cake. The heat seeped out of the oven, slowly lulling Celestia to sleep as her cake sizzled and rose in the oven. Correct that, rose inside. Finally, against her better knowledge, Celestia let herself be drug off to sleep by the warmth.