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That A Minute Could Reverse
4 tbsps cocoa powder
1 ½ cups plain flour
1 cup milk
250g unsalted butter (softened)
…and all the rest, combined together, stirred thoroughly to ensure no lumps and poured gently into the cake-tin, which was promptly lifted into the oven with practiced ease.
Spike was nothing if not diligent.
Ponies were far too fussy, in his mind. What was wrong with a good chunk of quartz? You didn’t have to burn it, grind it, or slice it. You just ate the thing and you were done with it, simple as that.
But this was a surprise for Twilight, and that meant doing it Twilight’s Way. Precise measurements. No lumps.
No burnt bits.
C-CHK
“Spike, I’m home!”
He heard the door opening behind him, and he turned to see Twilight walking into the room.
And with that, Twilight walked out of the room. The door, being a door and as such possessing absolutely no sense of tact, slammed shut behind her.
And Spike realised that she’d made two mistakes.
The first was installing an anti-magic lock the door.
The second was locking said door behind her without a key.
Spike moved to follow her, but stopped himself.
He’d lost track of how many times she’d done this, and to be perfectly honest (which, being the good dragon he was, he always was) he was fed up with it.
He was fed up the way he was forced to work everything around her little whims.
He was fed up with doing everything ‘Twilight’s Way’
He was -
Spike realised that he was now speaking aloud, and that his audience consisted of half a dozen bookshelves, two benches and a kitchen sink.
He decided he didn't care.
RRNNNNN-
That would be the cake.
He should probably go and take it out of the oven before it burnt.
-NNNNNG
Actually, you know what?
It could burn, for all he cared.
It could burn.
There was the noise of metal-on-metal behind him, and he turned to see Twilight walking into the room.
“I’m home, Spike!” she called out as she ran upstairs.
He followed her.
“Long day, huh?”
“About to get longer” she replied, lifting her satchel onto the desk and methodically sorting and filing its contents.
“I, uh- whaddaya mean?”
“Moondancer’s got a party on, and it started half an hour ago and I only just finished with the Princess and I’m sure I mentioned it before –“
“You…didn't actually.”
“I did. I’m sure I did.”
“You told me you were taking the afternoon off”
“Huh. Well sorry, but I’ll be heading out now”
“I just wanted to– “
“Sorry Spike, but I've really got to go” she interrupted.
And with that, Twilight walked out of the room. The door, being a door and as such having absolutely no sense of tact, slammed shut behind her.
Actually, you know what? It could burn, for all he cared.
It could burn.
C-CHK
Spike looked up at the sudden noise. Somepony was at the door.
C-CHKC-CHK
C-CHKC-CHKC-CHK
Some very impatient pony was the door.
“Spike? Are you in there? “ called a Twilight-sounding voice from behind the door.
Spike sighed. She’d probably forgotten a book, or realised she’d left the key behind, or -
“Spike?”
He supposed he’d better open it.
Spike walked up to the door and opened it to reveal a smiling Twilight, who promptly walked inside and shut the door behind her.
“What are you –“ he started.
“I decided to stay home“ the filly interrupted.
“The party - “
“I told them something important came up”
“But-“
“They’re used to it by now” she said with a giggle. Trust me -”
Twilight paused and rose back up, her nose twitching.
“Is that something… burning?”
Spike’s heart sank.
The cake.
Oh sweet Celestia, the cake.
Spike opened his mouth, but before he could get say as much as a word Twilight had dashed to the oven, thrown it open, and pulled the cake out.
“I’m sorry, I – “
She paused, looking down at the cake, before looking up at him again.
“Can I help you ice it?” she asked.
Spike stared at her wordlessly, overcome by surprise at her question.
She-
But-
“You…you probably want to get the black bits off first” he fumbled.
Twilight looked down at the cake and shrugged.
“It’ll taste the same anyway. So long as that’s fine with you, of course”
Spike smiled.
Perhaps Twilight’s Way wasn't always so bad.
1 ½ cups plain flour
1 cup milk
250g unsalted butter (softened)
…and all the rest, combined together, stirred thoroughly to ensure no lumps and poured gently into the cake-tin, which was promptly lifted into the oven with practiced ease.
Spike was nothing if not diligent.
Ponies were far too fussy, in his mind. What was wrong with a good chunk of quartz? You didn’t have to burn it, grind it, or slice it. You just ate the thing and you were done with it, simple as that.
But this was a surprise for Twilight, and that meant doing it Twilight’s Way. Precise measurements. No lumps.
No burnt bits.
C-CHK
“Spike, I’m home!”
He heard the door opening behind him, and he turned to see Twilight walking into the room.
And with that, Twilight walked out of the room. The door, being a door and as such possessing absolutely no sense of tact, slammed shut behind her.
And Spike realised that she’d made two mistakes.
The first was installing an anti-magic lock the door.
The second was locking said door behind her without a key.
Spike moved to follow her, but stopped himself.
He’d lost track of how many times she’d done this, and to be perfectly honest (which, being the good dragon he was, he always was) he was fed up with it.
He was fed up the way he was forced to work everything around her little whims.
He was fed up with doing everything ‘Twilight’s Way’
He was -
Spike realised that he was now speaking aloud, and that his audience consisted of half a dozen bookshelves, two benches and a kitchen sink.
He decided he didn't care.
RRNNNNN-
That would be the cake.
He should probably go and take it out of the oven before it burnt.
-NNNNNG
Actually, you know what?
It could burn, for all he cared.
It could burn.
There was the noise of metal-on-metal behind him, and he turned to see Twilight walking into the room.
“I’m home, Spike!” she called out as she ran upstairs.
He followed her.
“Long day, huh?”
“About to get longer” she replied, lifting her satchel onto the desk and methodically sorting and filing its contents.
“I, uh- whaddaya mean?”
“Moondancer’s got a party on, and it started half an hour ago and I only just finished with the Princess and I’m sure I mentioned it before –“
“You…didn't actually.”
“I did. I’m sure I did.”
“You told me you were taking the afternoon off”
“Huh. Well sorry, but I’ll be heading out now”
“I just wanted to– “
“Sorry Spike, but I've really got to go” she interrupted.
And with that, Twilight walked out of the room. The door, being a door and as such having absolutely no sense of tact, slammed shut behind her.
Actually, you know what? It could burn, for all he cared.
It could burn.
C-CHK
Spike looked up at the sudden noise. Somepony was at the door.
C-CHKC-CHK
C-CHKC-CHKC-CHK
Some very impatient pony was the door.
“Spike? Are you in there? “ called a Twilight-sounding voice from behind the door.
Spike sighed. She’d probably forgotten a book, or realised she’d left the key behind, or -
“Spike?”
He supposed he’d better open it.
Spike walked up to the door and opened it to reveal a smiling Twilight, who promptly walked inside and shut the door behind her.
“What are you –“ he started.
“I decided to stay home“ the filly interrupted.
“The party - “
“I told them something important came up”
“But-“
“They’re used to it by now” she said with a giggle. Trust me -”
Twilight paused and rose back up, her nose twitching.
“Is that something… burning?”
Spike’s heart sank.
The cake.
Oh sweet Celestia, the cake.
Spike opened his mouth, but before he could get say as much as a word Twilight had dashed to the oven, thrown it open, and pulled the cake out.
“I’m sorry, I – “
She paused, looking down at the cake, before looking up at him again.
“Can I help you ice it?” she asked.
Spike stared at her wordlessly, overcome by surprise at her question.
She-
But-
“You…you probably want to get the black bits off first” he fumbled.
Twilight looked down at the cake and shrugged.
“It’ll taste the same anyway. So long as that’s fine with you, of course”
Spike smiled.
Perhaps Twilight’s Way wasn't always so bad.