“It's a rolling pin,” Maud said.

“It is? I happen to think it's a mustache.” Taste Explosion pressed it up against his face and gave a sinister grin. “Mwa-ha-ha-ha-ha. I have your buns! Your cannot hope to stop me now!”

“It's still a rolling pin.”

“You sure? I think it's a great mustache.”

“It's still a rolling pin.”

Taste sighed and put it down. “Let me guess, you follow every recipe right to the letter too?”

“That's what they're for.”

“Okay, how should I put this?” Taste Explosion rolled up his eyes. “That's a great path to follow if you just want to be a culinary technician, and you don't really need an education for that. Somepony had to make those recipes at some point and that requires creativity, of which you haven't expressed any. I'm sorry but perhaps you'll have better luck in a different field.”

Drat.

Start over?