Lyra discovers the Internet

     The guidebook in Lyra's hooves, having revealed all it's tips and hints to a delicious treat, was laid to rest back on the newly stocked bookshelf. Of course it wasn't completely read, she had had no patience for reading when she could be inches away from a freshly made muffin beside her best pal. There were a few highlights Bonbon had made, most likely recipes for them to bake later, and Lyra's mouth couldn't help but water. Hopefully I'm not to late to help!

     A slamming noise echoed throughout the house as Lyra swung her door wide open, "I'm ready Bonbon," she called with a tone of eagerness and cheer. Clanging and clinking sounded from the kitchen, now filled with bags of unknown spices and powders pondering their new form. Regardless of the mess of ingredients strewn around, nothing existed to show for progress, except for Bonbon.

     Her mane was messy and covered in flour, eyes strained on the mixture she was clenching to her and stirring silently. She looked strained and rushed, In fact, Bonbon had done nothing to acknowledge her friends existence, as if the slop in her clutch enticed her.

     "Hello, Equestria to Bonbon, do you read Bonbon?" asked Lyra, hoping to get a chuckle. She reached a hoof to poke her friend and was met with another. She's awfully invested in that bowl,thought Lyra.

     "Hey Lyra," murmured Bonbon. "I'm sorry, I just tried a new recipe. The instructions were simple enough, I just wanted to make you something before you left your room. Guess I failed huh?" She bear the words with a small smile.

     "Don't sweat it Bonbon," reassured Lyra. She placed a hoof on her friends back carefully, "We can still make something. The kitchen can be cleaned and we can try again," promised the cyan mare. She grabbed the nearest container and began to scoop the powdery substances from the countertop, and was followed by Bonbon with a wet cloth. The previous tools were tossed to the sink for tedious cleaning later, and the floor was swept and the piles scooped to be thrown away.

     "What were you trying to make for me again?" Asked Lyra, "Can't hurt to give it another go." She was directed to a small note  hanging by a clip to her right. The paper was crumpled and had small tears along the thin edges, Bonbon must've really doubted her cooking if she had to keep the note to her face so much to rip it. Good thing it's only a note.

     "It's the Cakes recipe for muffins, I thought you would enjoy them and that it would ease you from losing your books," said Bonbon. "Again, it looked easy and I was going to make them for you but I failed," the frustration showed in her eyes.

     "Let's try again," Lyra put simply, "I can help this time." She picked up the note and began to drill off the list to Bonbon, acting almost as a teacher prepping her student. How ironic is this? When will things ever make sense?

     The pair gathered the ingredients to start their messy task and reap the delicious rewards. They worked slower than before, taking extra care to each instruction as their treat depended on it. Everything about the instructions was to be executed perfectly.

     They made small talk about daily events recently occurred, trying to spark a proper topic for conversation while making the muffins. "So how'd you get the Cakes recipie exactly?" Asked Lyra, "I'm not shure how you would get it so fast."

     "Well it wasn't exactly the Cakes I got it from," confessed Bonbon. "I ran into Pinkie Pie on the way to store your books, which was for your own good," emphasized Bonbon. "We chatted for awhile, and she wanted to help you out of the slum we both though you'd go through, and one thing led to another and I got the recipie from her. What I can't understand though is why this recipie has been so stubborn with me."

     "Maybe she wrote a wrong ingredient?," Asked Lyra, "You know she can be twitchy when she's excited, she probably wrote something wrong and didn't notice."

     Bonbon gave a chuckle, "Your probably right, she was twitchy at the time." She looked desperate to believe her friends words.

     The rest of the cooking passed in silence as the batter was placed in the oven and heated. When the oven beeped, the mares both rushed for the oven and pulled out the tray. Frosting was covered on the cupcakes, the mares sparing no expense to mask the creations they silently feared would be terrible.

     Each grabbed the first cupcake finished and gave it a unique glance of their own. Please be not terrible, pleaded Lyra, and plunged the treat down. Dear Celestia help me.

     Silently, the two friends gave each other a huge twisted grin, picked up the tray of cupcakes, and tossed them throughout the open window. They dared at glance at the pile of squashed cupcakes, now being surrounded by a small assortment of woodland animals, and slammed the window followed by shutting the blinds.

     "Guess we better head to bed," suggested Bonbon, "I've got some reading to catch up on"

     "Yeaaaah me too, maybe I can improve Pinkies recipe later," offered Lyra.

     "NO!," yelled Bonbon, "We don't speak about that recipe in our house, no more!" She ran to her room and promptly slammed her door shut and bolted it.

A simple hush would've sufficed, thought Lyra. She walked towards her room and longingly looked at Bonbons door, I should've comforted her about the cupcakes. And receded into her bedroom, shutting the door behind her.

     Lyra once more hopped on her bed and curled up, tired from her confusing day, Hopefully tomorrow will be better, she comforted herself. The cyan mare took a few rushed seconds to fluff her pillow and crack her neck before laying down again. Sweet dreams.

     A Ding echoed throughout Lyra's room, waking her in a start. Light flowed throughout the room, creating an unnatural aura that no Equestrian room should have to endure. The light continued despite Lyra's attempt to cover herself in blankets and hide from it. After five minutes she finally rose and looked at the source of the disturbance, The magic book, what's it doing? Lyra moved closer to her machine and squinted her eyes to read the impossible text in front of her.

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