Icing On The Cake

I got home and sighed. I knew this would be a harder issue to deal with than our relationship had ever dealt with before. I wondered if our relationship was strong enough to be put up to the test.

"Of course we're strong enough. We've been together for almost a year now. We've both changed, and we're perfect for each other." I tried convincing myself, taking out my white pearl earrings for the night. I always liked wearing them.

"Cup, will you please come down for dinner?" My mother called from downstairs.

"Coming mother!" I yelled back. I quickly fixed my hair up, and then I went down to dinner.

My sister, my dad and my mom were already downstairs. My mom had cooked noodles. Again. She never cooked anything else.

"Mother, thank you kindly for these noodles and white sauce." My sister robotically said.

"Yes dear, thank you." My father robotically replied.

"Thanks mom! I should show you a few different recipes sometime." I smiled, trying to be really nice and respectful about it.

"Would YOU like to cook dinner?" She glared at me. Everything was offensive to her.

"I could if you wanted me too!" I really wanted to help.

"Fine," she said snobbily, "you can cook dinner every night. Make sure you always follow the recipes exactly."

"Mom, you know I don't ever follow a recipe..."

"Why don't you? Exact measurements are the way to go."

"Because sometimes, exact measurements aren't... Perfect."

My entire family gasped. I should have expected this, growing up in a family of mathematicians. Everything for them had to precise and exact. It was kind of annoying.

I said nothing more on the topic. I didn't want to get them scared or anything. I didn't really communicate with them very much beyond the dinner table. They never were very talkative. They always were finding new calculators, or they were making up problems for each other... I was always the odd one out in my family.

Everyone in my family was a deep grey or almost blackish, with rather straight hair. I wasn't normal, I was bright blue with fluorescent pink curly hair/bush. I also hated math. My parents tried to teach it to me at a young age. They said it would be really fun. They taught me fractions, and that's about as far as I got until I got frustrated. At least fractions helped me with my cooking. I always could figure out exactly how much I needed, even though I rarely ever used the exact measurements anyways.

I got up to my room. I kept it a fun bright red color, with a little dab or orange. I had about a billion pictures on my walls, pictures of mainly my friends and I. Pictures of Belle and I as filles; painting a picture, making cookies (mine actually looked edible), playing dress up, outside on a playground, the list went on.

To the right of that, I had a little collection of pictures with Fanny Pack, Carrot Cake and I. To my surprise, there were more pictures of Carrot Cake and I than Fanny Pack. I guess he was the one taking the pictures. He always seemed like a photographer. A lot of our pictures looked posed, but they were produced on old black and white film. I guess that's what Fanny Pack loved best, was photography. It was kind of cute, like, small person cute. There were a few pictures of us three together. We were all laughing, it looks like, and Fanny Pack was covered in cake I guess...

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"Guys, what should we do today?" I slumped down onto our table. It was a cold winter day, and the three of us wanted nothing but to stay inside.

The three of us, all without cutie marks, all thoughtfully thought of ideas to fill our day.

"Maybe we could..." Fanny Pack looked around. He sighed. "Do nothing."

"We could..." Carrot Cake looked like he had an idea. "Bake a cake!" He looked particularly enthralled by this.

All three of us looked at each other.

Fanny Pack whispered, "But guys, I can't cook..."

"Nonsense! Anyone can cook!" Carrot Cake dragged Fanny Pack back into his aunt and uncle's kitchen to start cooking. I followed quickly behind with a smile.

"Excuse me?" Carrot Cake respectfully approached Waffle Iron, Fanny Pack's uncle.

"What can I do for you today, Carrot?" He responded to him with a bright smile.

"Do you mind if we baked a cake in your kitchens? It's dinner time, and not many people eat pancakes for dinner. Or after."

Waffle Iron looked at his wife. She nodded, and he replied to him, "Sure, you just have to clean up any mess you make."

"Thanks Waffle Iron!" I yelled from the back of the group, and the three of us went in.

When we got into the kitchens, the world was open to us. I loved cooking, and making food for others. Carrot Cake agreed with me.

"So... Do any of you guys actually know HOW to make a cake?" Fanny was skeptical if this would actually work.

"Wait- you don't know the recipe for a cake by heart? I thought everyone could memorize it. It's not hard." Carrot was made for this. "Cup, do you know the recipe?"

I didn't know the recipe by heart, but this wasn't the first time I've made a cake. "Cakes aren't my forte, but sure, I kind of know it."

Carrot was in charge of this whole production. He knew exactly what to get, and how much to put in. I helped him with a bit, but I did a lot of watching and observing. Fanny looked for the ingredients. After all, he knew the kitchens best, he had grown up around it. He just didn't know how to cook in them.

A half an hour later, and a messy kitchen, it was finally ready to put in the oven. In the cake pan. Just then, Waffle Iron walked in.

He gave a big belly laugh. "You guys know you'll have to clean all of this up!" He looked around at the slightly trashed kitchen. "How's your cake coming?"

"It's all done!" I perked up. "Look!"

Waffle Iron walked slowly towards the table we had our cake at. There was tons of flour on the floor, and-

He slipped.

Trying to grasp the table for balance, he accidentally hit the cake pan.

The cake didn't even go flying, it just went straight towards Fanny's face. It just ricocheted towards his face.

It got everywhere else, but nobody seemed to notice, Fanny Pack started whining. "Of all the things that could happen... THIS happens to me!"

I was trying to hold back completely laughing out loud. It came out as a snicker, then I looked at Carrot, and his face showed the same thing.

We both burst out laughing at each other.

Cake Iron came out. "What in Equestria is going on--" she laughed, then grabbed a camera.

"Hold it right there guys!" She took a picture of the three of us. And gave a copy to each one of us.

The camera flashed.

We started cleaning up, talking quickly about the cake and how we almost made it, laughing a lot.

"GUYS!" Carrot yelled at the top of his lungs, clearly extremely happy.

"What?" Both Fanny and I looked at him.

"I got my cutie mark!" A wide smile was plastered onto his face. "I GOT MY CUTIE MARK!!!" He dropped his broom and danced around with Fanny and I.

It was true: three little carrot cakes were plastered onto his hind.

He could actually say he got his cutie mark now. All three of us were extremely happy.

Oh what a great day.