“I have done nothing but teleport bread for three days.”
“Vhere?! Vhere haff you been sending it?!”

When you're enjoying a quiet morning's reading, one does not expect to be suddenly assaulted with bread. Nor, in the space of a few seconds, does one expect it to happen again. And again.

Once the deluge of loaves has finished, Twilight Sparkle can't help but do a little magical probing…

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