
Anon's Great Golden Buttery, Flakey Pie-st
Granny Smith made an apple pie, but she wouldn't share it until it had cooled and everyone in the family had gathered. That's far too long for Anon's patience.
Anon could practically taste the apple pie he could smell. They worked hard doing nothing all day, darn it. Oh, it smells so pleasing and mouthwatering, almost like their own Granny's home-baked pastries.
Do all Grannies across the multiverse learn to cook from the same source, or do they gain the natural talent after they reach a certain milestone?
Meh, who cares, as there's pie on the line?
A pie that Anon will nab before it cools down and everypony gets a slice.


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- Victory is sweet 2024-08-14 08:38:50 UTC1125