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- >"Nonners, can you make me a sandwich?"
- >You let the question float in the air a bit
- >It processes for a bit longer, and it takes a bit more before you lower your paper and turn your head toward the speaker
- >It was your neighborhood pink party pony, the great poofy menace herself
- >Pinkie Pie
- >The earth pony was staring up at you with her usual bright and cheery smile, her baby blues alive with hope and wonder
- >You lower your paper a little more, leaning forward
- "A peanut butter sandwich?" you asked
- >Pinkie blinked, a bit of confusion flashing across her face, before her smile doubled in size
- >"U-huh!"
- "Do you want it toasted?"
- >"Sure!"
- "What about with the crust cut off?"
- "That'd be great!" Pinkie said, now bouncing in place
- "What about a glass of milk to go with it? Nothing goes better with a peanut butter sandwich than a ice cold glass of milk."
- >"Whooooo! I'd love some milk! And some hay chips too! The barbecue kind!"
- >You nodded and, with a flick of your paper, brought it back up to cover your face
- "Have at it then, champ. I know you can do it."
- >Though you didn't see it, Pinkie froze in the air mid bounce for a good three seconds
- >"What? But I thought you were gonna make it!" she said
- >You flipped a page in your newspaper, being sure to be wiggle the pages so that it was as loud as possible
- "But what if I don't know how to make a sandwich?" you asked
- >Pinkie snorted
- >"Not make a sandwich? All stallions know how to make sandwiches, silly," she said. "They're raised in the kitchen after all."
- "But I'm not a stallion," you replied. "A space stallion that had a space kitchen and space bread. How the heck do I know making my sandwich here won't blow something up."
- >Pinkie raised a hoof, opening her mouth to reply
- >Before she could though, a thoughtful expression flashed across her face
- >She frowned, lowering her hoof
- >"Well... That's actually a really good question," she admitted
- >You nodded, crossing a leg over your knee
- "I'm tellin' ya, there's at least a eighty-five percent chance that something really bad could happen if I tried to make you a sandwich, ponks. I mean, I want to, I really do, but me doing so could destroy the fabric of reality. Or something like that."
- >Pinkie sat down
- >"I'm... I'm sorry that I asked, Nonners," she said, looking down at the ground. "I just wanted a sandwich. I didn't think it'd be so dangerous..."
- "Don't think anything about it, my pink amigo," you said. "I just need someone to show me how it's done here is all, then the world-ending nonsense I can get up to might not be as bad."
- >Pinkie's ear perked up
- >"Really?"
- "Oh sure. Hey, you're a pretty good cook right? Why don't you go ahead and whip up a sandwich real quick. I'm sure if I just look at it I'll be on my way to being a sandwich-making machine in no time."
- >Pinkie's smile returned to her face in full force
- >"Alrighty, Nonner!" she said, leaping to her hooves. "Pinkie will show you how it's done! One peanut butter sandwich coming up!"
- "With milk."
- >"With milk!"
- "And don't forget the chips."
- >"Chips too!"
- >With that, the pink party pony make her way toward Sugarcube Corner, a hop in her step
- >You clicked your tongue, turning another page in your paper
- "No ponk. YOU make me a fucking sandwich..."
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