Prompt: Pancakes

"Just take a cupa flour, add it to the mix." The mare hummed the tune as the words ran through her head until she realized she was humming and stopped to shake her head, every time she tried to bake something the song would get stuck in her head and refuse to let go, ruining her concentration and by proxy anything she was working on.

No, This time I'm going to do it! She levitated an egg and used her magic to neatly bisect it, dumping it's contents in the bowl with the butter and sugar; the batter was coming along nicely.

She stirred the batter-to-be until it was just the right density before slowly tilting the bowl and pouring it into a frying pan.

The dish she was trying to make would take a specific amount after all, too much and it wouldn't be edible, too little and the treat would fall apart before anypony could take a bite.

"Twilight!" The yell from the main room of her tree house startled her and made her spill nearly all the batter into the frying pan, completely ruining her first attempt.

"URGH!" Twilight Sparkle, apprentice to Princess Celestia, bearer of the element of magic, and town proclaimed culinary disaster banged her head against the kitchen counter, dispersing heaps of flour into little clouds of white, powdery dust.

Coughing she made her way to the door that separated the kitchen from the lobby, nearly stumbling over her purple assistant as he raced in the other direction.

"What do you want Spike?" She was in a foul mood, the treats were to be her gift for Pinkie's upcoming birthday party, but at the rate it was going she would never get six of them done in time.

Spike's nervous feet shuffling and his sheepish expression combined did little to improve it.

“I was wondering... would you mind if I went to visit Rarity? The library is clean-....-ish and I can do all the other chores tomorrow.” he said, looking at her with a hopeful smile.

Normally she would have berated him for his sloppy work ethic, it was imperative that the library be in good shape in case somepony decided to borrow a book after all.

But the fact that hardly anypony ever came in to borrow a book, combined with the fact that her assistant/little brother was more of a nuisance than a help today make her decide that giving him a day off wouldn't be such a bad idea.

She could always make him do double chores tomorrow.

She let out a well practiced sigh. “Alright Spike, you can take the day off to visit Rarity.”

“But!” she gave him a stern look “I expect you to work twice as hard tomorrow.”

As with anything Rarity related, the young dragon cheered and jumped three times his actual body size, which made her absentmindedly wonder if he had been taking lessons from Pinkie.

Spike hugged her leg and raced out the front door of the library, slamming the door so hard  the whole tree rattled and he nearly undid all the hard work he'd done that day.

Shaking her head Twilight returned to the kitchen and resumed her battle with the would be presents.

Remaking the batter from scratch was no longer a problem, she had done it so many times over the last couple of days that she could dream the whole procedure the only remaining and arguably the  biggest problem was in the pouring; she had several dozens of specimen to do research on waiting for her in the basement of the tree, but so-far she hadn't gotten it right once.

She once again carefully lifted the bowl containing the batter and started pouring it into the frying pan, tilting it back when the batter had formed a puddle in the frying pan.

After a little hustle and bustle and the puddle had become a nice round circle and she could try getting it right again.

Putting the pan on the preheated stove was something she had done with great reluctance after her attempts to heat the sweet treats with her magic had resulted in a singed mane, several burned specimen, and one case of kitchen fire.

Carefully inspecting the surface, and waiting for the right moment to flip the pan she glanced at the clock.

That should be long enough. She flipped the pan up, and groaned when the pancake stuck to the ceiling.

Her next attempt was slightly better, with only half of the disk missing the frying pan and landing on the floor.

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By the time Spike came back from Rarity, Twilight had finally managed to bake pancakes, and it showed: Row upon row upon row of pancakes were stacked in the lobby of the library, some reaching all the way to the ceiling.

“Wow, Looks like Twilight finally got the hang of cooking.” he muttered to himself as he walked in between the rows of pancakes, making his way towards the kitchen to congratulate his boss/big sister.

In the kitchen he found the purple unicorn slumped over the kitchen table, groaning out loud and muttering curse words he hadn't known existed before now; and A bouncing pink earth pony that was juggling three frying pans filled with pancakes.

He decided to greet the unicorn first “Hey Twilight, I'm back.”

Twilight simply groaned in response and covered her head with her hooves.

“Hia Spike!” Pinkie chirped bouncing up to him while balancing a frying pan on her nose.

“Hey Pinkie, what's up with Twilight?” he walked over to the dining table and pulled out a chair for himself.

“She's just being a grumpy pants because she's no good at baking.” Pinkie flipped two of the pancakes simultaneously and caught both of them with the latest plate that would hold them.

“I made six of them!” Twilight shouted suddenly, “They were for your birthday!”

Pinkie Twisted her face around in a full circle, “Oh silly, I told you a few pancakes wasn't going to be enough for -my- birthday!”

Spike laughed out loud and Twilight sighed and slumped down again.

She was never making pancakes for Pinkie Pie again. Next Chapter: Bouncing is fun Estimated time remaining: 4 Minutes