"You really think we should- uh..." Mr. Cake looked back toward at the gleaming pink pony behind the counter, turning back to his wife, "leave her with all that cake?"
"Well, honey," she took her eyes of Pinkie, "I'm sure Pinkie's responsible enough and she did Pinkie promise."
"I just don't think it's healthy, dear."
"Let's just give her a chance. Self-control is an important value after all. Right, Pinkie?... Pinkie?"
They saw Pinkie's face pressed against the glass of the cake display. In fact, it looked like Pinkie was
