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>Derpy senses your intentions as well, and bends over the arm of her couch to give you proper access to-
>"Daddyyyyyy, don't make it gross!"
>Your concentration is shattered by a small voice near the fireplace.
>Suddenly four foals are sitting on the rug, staring at you with varying degrees of disgust.
>Wait a minute, this isn't Derpy's house...
>Your eldest daughter, a gray pegasus sporting black hair, pouts at you with her forelegs folded.
>Oh right, it's your turn to watch the foals today.
"Whoops, sorry Downburst!"
>You nervously grin and scratch the back of your head.
"Daddy got a bit carried away with the *ahem* 'spicy' details."
>Your foals collectively groan and fall on their backs.
"Tough crowd."
>"Okay everypony, it's snacktiiiiiiiiime~!"
>Your beautiful wife Derpy emerges from the kitchen with a plate of freshly-baked muffins.
>Awww, she tied her mane in a pony tail, just the way you like it!
>The yellow apron she's wearing does almost nothing to hide her swollen pregnant belly.
>It's hard to believe you're already on your fifth foal, but Derpy doesn't seem to mind at all.
"Thanks for the save, babe."
>You affectionately nuzzle Derpy as she places her plate of baked goods on the coffee table.
>Your little ponies immediately attack the plate, sending muffin crumbs flying in every direction.
>"Yay!"
>"Snackies!"
>"Yummy!"
>Their little squeals of delight quickly fill the living room with a chaotic symphony of gratitude.
>That's four more satisfied customers!
>It's truly a blessing that Derpy knows her way around the kitchen.
>You, on the other hoof, couldn't cook your way out of a paper bag.
>It also helps that your mill provides a near endless supply of flour for Derpy to work her culinary magic.
>Note to self: build another storeroom for excess wheat.
>You would've used the empty space upstairs, but nearly all of it was converted into rooms for the foals.
>Damnit, if only this mill/house was just a wee bit bigger...
>Derpy snaps you out of your thoughts with a muffin.
>*MUNCH*
>Mmmm~! Tastes like chocolate chip, your favorite flavor!
>"How are they?" She asks expectantly.
"They're delicious, as usual!" You proclaim while striking a dorky pose.
>Derpy tries and fails to contain her laughter.