A Spiked Hologram

Apparently, the Ponies does have soulful eyes. I guess it had surprised me, but I can't say I am disappointed.

I had bought her a nice cake, she could enjoy. Just as I had bought numerous supplies for her continued baking spree. I like her to bake and it wasn't overly expensive on my part, not if you consider. I'm feeding an entire pony.

I had grown to enjoy her company, so I had to do something for her, and the baking was but the first step.

Besides, I can't just keep her locked away in here, she would be cooped up in no time. I wanted her to follow me out of my house, not waiting for me to get back home.

I have no interest in being her prison guard, I wanted to be her friend, as she would be my friend. To allow her to go out with me on the town.

Maybe I could give her a kitchen of her own, she could be doing what we all knew she knows best. Aside from parties, she seems to be more than content with baking. Even if I guess I could have her cooking my meals too, while I'm at it.

She would see me happy. Isn't that what she enjoyed, seeing her friends happy? Even if I'm not a pony, wouldn't I still count?

Good thing I had prepared a few things. I have enough for her to keep baking for a few more days. Then I could have her make salads and cakes ofhorse.

“Would you make me a salad for lunch?” I asked.

“Okeley dokeley!” she just responded.

“Thanks!” I responded.

“I know where you keep the vegetables, so that should be a breeze!” she replied.

“And make two portions while you're at it, would you?” I suggested.

“Sure thing!” she responded as she picked up the clear glass bowl and several small bags of vegetables.

I walked out to the living room, sat down and activated the stereo, selecting a disc and got the music playing. The next moment, festive music was heard from the speakers.

I imagine she would enjoy music while she was working, but since it is the first time, I couldn't be entirely certain. I just expected her to tell me her opinion. She is usually opinionated and vocal about things, from what I recall.

Since she said nothing, I simply assumed she enjoys the music. Only now I hear nothing of her for half an hour or so. When I finally did see her again, she came back, carrying a large bowl of the salad I had seen her picking vegetables for before I left the kitchen. She also carries two smaller bowls and a pair of salad forks.

“Thanks, Pinkie. This looks delicious!” I pointed out as she placed the salad before me.

“You're quite welcome. I love baking, but making a salad is fun too. This looks positively yummy, so I hope you'll love it. I know I will!” she responded with a wide grin on her face.

Once she had placed the plates on the table, and a fork by the plate, she slipped a portion of salad on each of the two plates, then left the bowl mid-table. Then she sat down in a chair beside me.

“Let's eat, I'm starving!” she then added, winking at me before she picked her fork up.

“Certainly!” I added, as I picked up my fork, stabbing a small portion of the vegetables she had served.

“Your vegetables are stylish!” she pointed out after chewing down a few forks worth of her first portion.

“Thanks, I prefer my vegetables fresh and crunchy. I guess that makes for stylish vegetables!” I responded with a giggle and a small grin.

“Yes, I love my vegetables crispy too. Though I commonly love my Muffins and Cup-Cakes. Sometimes a good salad is just right too!” she stated.

“Now I wouldn't need to have my meal alone. Besides, it's more fun, both preparing and eating, when you're not alone. I should have invited you earlier if I knew how much fun you are, or if I had known you had lived close by!” I slipped in.

“I love baking, making salads and eat with you. Every day. Why sit alone? Maybe we could have a small party one of these days!” Pinkie Pie pondered.

“Beats me. One of these days, yes. I think you'll be the one to tell me when the party is going to be. I just need to prepare a few things for the two of us, so we can have a blast together on the back of the yard!” I responded.

The salad on my plate had run out, so she filled it up for me before I had even asked, then she filled her own plate up just after finishing filling mine up. I could see a smile on her face. I couldn't help but smiling back at her.

“Thanks, Pinkie!” I responded.