Man, if there was ever a time you wanted some cake, it was right now. Like it was painful to not have some in your mouth. Standing up from your desk, you head into the kitchen and open the fridge. Some cider and mustard.

You really need to get more food for home.

Closing the door, you think about your next action. You could either go the day without cake and feel like less of a man, or you could go to that dreaded place...

Sugarcube Corner.

There was nothing wrong with the place; if anything, they had the best damn sweet in all of Ponyville! It was that damn pink heathen that drew you away from there. Sometimes, however, a man must put that aside for a nice slice of cake.

Leaving your home, you begin your walk to pastry store, keeping an eye out for Pinkie along the way. Everything seems good so far. As you open the door of the shop, you peek inside.

Still no signs of Pinkie.

You walk up to the counter and ring the bell. Mrs. Cake comes from the kitchen and greets you.

"Oh, Anonymous! It's been so long since we've seen you in here."

Scratching the back of your head nervously, you let out a small laugh.

"Yeah, been busy lately."

"Oh, we have a new kitchen now. Would care to see?"

"Sure," you say with a nod. As you enter the room, you can see a huge difference. The wood was reworked and the counters were even made with marble. Mr. Cake stands at the counter, presenting a new cake.

"Oh, hello Anonymous! Like the new kitchen?"

"Yeah, it's a pretty nice place. You guys seem to do pretty well as a business."

Turning to the two ponies, a question poses itself in your head.

"What made you guys ever want to become bakers?"

Pinkie's head pops out from under the cake, sending frosting everywhere.

"Because they kneaded the dough!"