Rainbow Dash was doing some recreational flying. Not important. What is important is this on the figurative doorstep of Sugarcube Corner:

“Rainbow!” Pinkie Pie yelled through some clouds. “Rainbow Daaash!”

Rainbow punched through a cloud and came down to Pinkie Pie. “What is it?”

“I need you to taste test some American muffins for me!”

“What’s America?”

“I dunno! But are you interested?”

“Okay, straight up: is this a Cupcakes fic?”

“No. Come on, the muffins are waiting for you! Not like they’re literally sentient or anything, that would be weird, but you know. Also, those would have to be some pretty depressed muffins.”

“I’m nervous.”

“But you’re so good at it! I mean, if you really don’t wanna, I’ll find somepony else. Hey, you know who’d be really good is Appleja—”

“No! If it’s AJ or me, then take me!”

“Awwww,” the cameraponies said.

“Great! Then let’s go!”

Pinkie Pie and Rainbow walked into the Sugarcube Corner kitchen. There was a plate with π^3 precariously piled American muffins on it.

“Pinkie?” Rainbow said.

“Yeah?”

“Why is there .6% of a muffin there?”

“Oh. It was supposed to be 2^5 muffins, but I got hungry.”

“Nice.”

“Anyway, here.” Pinkie hooved Rainbow a crunchberry muffin. “Try this.”

Rainbow looked at the muffin with great uncertainty. “I don’t know....”

“Come on. You what you call ponies who let some work of fiction decide everything they can or can’t do are called? Religious. Just eat the muffin.”

“Okay....” Rainbow took a bite of the muffin.

“So? What do you think?”

“It tastes like a Müfintek muffin, but with less fat and more fruit and homemadeness.”

“Just what I wanted! You sure you don’t need to take a couple more bites?”

“Yep, that’s how every bite of it’ll taste. So what’s next?”

“That’s it!”

“What?”

“You can go now. Keep flying or whatever.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yep!”

“Okay... then... bye.”

“Bye!”

Rainbow slowly walked backwards out of Sugarcube Corner.

“Wow,” Rainbow said to herself, and also the millions of ponies watching. “Okay. Um... I guess I’ll keep flying, then. If I start to feel funny, I’ll just land. Right? Right! ♪It’s the end of the world as we know it!♪” She paused for a second. “That came out of nowhere... wait a second, if I have a problem, I should go to Zecora!”

She flew to Zecora. Knock-knock!

“Who’s there?” Zecora said.

“It’s Rainbow.”

“Rainbow who?”

Rainbow sighed. “Rainbow Dash. Racing flyer and saviour of the world.”

Zecora opened the door. Trixie was on the floor in an induced coma. “What happened?”

“I took a bite of a muffin.”

“And?”

“And it was from Sugarcube Corner.”

“So?”

“I was taste testing it.”

“Oh. How long has it been?”

“I don’t know, about π minutes.”

“Then it wasn’t spiked.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yes.”

“I’m not leaving until you make a rhyme.”

“If you don’t leave now, I’ll force-feed you a potion and you’ll die.”

“You wouldn’t do that.”

“Indeed you’re right, I really wouldn’t, because morally I really shouldn’t.”

“That was kinda crappy.”

“You told me to make a rhyme so you would go, not to put on a fucking show.”

“Is swearing really in your character?”

“Is it really in Apple Bloom’s character?”

“Good point. I guess I’ll go, then.”

She left without even saying goodbye.

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