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>The peppy pegasus dons a yellow apron, ties her mane into a ponytail, and invites you to take a seat at the dining room table.
>She hums a cheerful tune as she works her culinary magic, trotting all over the kitchen on a hunt for various things.
>You're soon treated to the smell of something truly delicious.
>'What could she be making?' You wonder.
>Pancakes?
>French Toast?
>An omelet perhaps?
>"Special delivery, Anoooooon~!"
>The mare slides you a plate stacked a foot high with pancakes.
>You instinctively reach out a hoof to stop the tower of cakes from splattering all over your face.
>Wow, Derpy's stronger than she looks.
>The mare serves herself an equally tall stack of pancakes and joins you at the table.
>"Lemme know what you think, o-of the pancakes I mean!" She sheepishly requests.
>Derpy drowns her pancakes in maple syrup and then passes the bottle to you.
>You're a bit more conservative with the syrup, opting for a thin layer that won't immediately vaporize your teeth with an ocean of sweetness.
>One bite is all it takes to send you into a feeding frenzy.
>*NOM NOM*
>Dayum, this chick can cook!
>You hungrily gobble down the breakfast as though you're on death row.
"Dere berry dewishus!" You exclaim. "Sho fwuffy! Sho choohey! Sho fuww of fwavuh!"
>"Huh?" Derpy tilts her head in confusion.
>Oh right, mouthful of food.
>You take a moment to swallow.
"I said this is very delicious!" You clarify. "They're so fluffy, so chewey, so full of flaavor!"
>Derpy replies with a delicate laugh that almost sounds like crying.
>"That means a lot to me Anon, thank you."
>You scoot your chair over and nuzzle her.
>Damn, if you don't stop with the lovey dovey stuff, you might begin to LIKE it.
>Then again, Derpy certainly appreciates your affections, so why not just give the mare what she needs?