Good Intentions

4
"With StuDY and ProSPeCTS"

Twilight became so wrapped up in what she was doing, she didn't notice that two weeks had passed. Her friends did what they could to pull her away from the machine, but she was far too invested to accept half their invites.

Twilight delved into research, proving on a molecular level what the machine cloned was identical... but, as with things frozen in liquid nitrogen, the molecules were stronger and livelier. Once that was discovered, she gathered her friends, Big Mac and the Princesses, just to show them them the machine and what it could do. Its marvels were beyond their wildest imagination -- Apple Jack and Pinkie Pie enjoyed cloned Apples; Rainbow Dash some cloned cider; Rarity cloned an old piece of attire (for herself), and Fluttershy considered cloning Angel... but ultimately decided it would be a bad idea to even ask about it. Big Mac just enjoyed watching, though Pinkie Pie offered him an apple copy:

"Juicy!" she exclaimed, extending her hoof.

"Oh, I've already tried one, Pinkie," he replied coolly. "Thanks for the offer, but Ah'm just not hungry right now. To be honest, Ah'm just happy sitting here listening to y'all celebratin'. Parties just aren't for my type, if ya catch ma drift?"

"Awe, okee..."

"Twilight Sparkle," said Princess Celestia, enjoying a cloned apple. "In two weeks, I am going to have one of these machines built in Canterlot, copying food in secrecy for our charities... that way businesses, like the Apple's farm, will always keep going. It will be used in moderation, but it's because of you that it will even be used at all."

"Thank you Princess," Apple Jack said, nodding with grave understanding of what the machine could do to her big business.

"You truly have done a wonderful thing," said Luna, also enjoying a cloned apple. "We are pleased."

Twilight giggled, tickled pink. She enjoyed many apples and mugs of cider with her friends that night. Even the Princesses had a mug with her... only one mug, but it meant so much since the Princesses usually never consumed anything that could impair their judgement in the slightest. Ever.

They all slept well that night.