"Yeah, I do....why do you ask?" Soft questions.
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Foxglove waited to see the end of this.
Snickers shrugged. "Well, I have a few eccentric and... esoteric recipes in my collection. Genderbending pies are not in my repertoire, and I figured I should perhaps remedy that. Knowledge is power and all that. Plus, they'd be useful on those days folks need some funny mischief to cheer them up."
The idea of a genderbending pie battle flickered through his mind. He managed to keep a grin off of his face, and remain looking aloof.
Snickers face becomes an unreadable passive mask of neutral expression.
"I will confirm or deny nothing."
Snickers recoils, and looks indignant. "What's wrong with wanting to feel pretty every now and then?" he huffs.
He then grins cheekily, to let her know he's just messing around.
"Doesn't feeling pretty...Come from the inside?"
Foxglove observed.
"Pretty's an abstact concept, so you can only feel it inside. I think it may wriggle around like a fluffy worm moving under your skin...But I don't really know."
She stared blankly at some fixed point on the wall for a while, before she said,
"I'll say you're pretty, if you want me to."
Snickers smiles wistfully at Foxglove. "I was making a joke. You do not actually have to tell me that I am pretty. Besides, I do not have to be a mare to feel aesthetically pleasing... Though my rump is much more attractive in such a state, I'd wager," he smirks.
He then turns to Soft, and gives a dismissive wave of his hoof. "Oh you know, eye shadow, lip gloss, hair spray, a black riding crop and matching saddle harness and bridle combinat- oh wait, wrong stash," he grins playfully.
A little more crass than Snicker's usual humor, but he feels like being cheeky and silly right now. He doubts the present company will mind. Fox Trot doesn't even seem to be listening.
Unfortunately, Fox Trot chose the wrong moment to stop tuning in hoping for a different topic. His whole face turned red all the way up to his ears. "Waaha..waahaa!.." He fell off his chair and on his back all blushed over.
"You sure have a lot of secret supplies, Snickers..."
Foxglove, seeming innocent for all the world, commented. She was, most likely, refferring to his secxret dar baking supplies.
"Wow. Didn't think you were that much of a pervert Snickers." Soft says with a smirk.
Snickers waggles his eyebrow. "Well, every pony has their secrets..."
Just not the ones she's talking about.
"S-secrets? What? I have no secrets what? jbwxnwxkmx...!" The flailing legs of Fox could be seen as the whole thing on secrets tripped his derped mind. He didn't quite catch Snicker's full words or meaning.
"...If you find out a secret without the other person saying....Is it stealing? I bet there's a market for secrets somewhere...Stolen secrets. Spy games...."
She trailed off, thinking about the way secrets could be commodities.
"True. Also, I'm pretty sure we broke Foxtrot."
"I don't think that counts as stealing, unless they intentionally tried to find out when you made it clear they didn't want you to. Though, even then, that's more a violation of trust than just stealing." Soft says.
"Oh yes, Fox Trot, I am secretly a practitioner of the dark baking arts, capable of forbidden kitchen sorcery," Snickers deadpans, before cracking a grin.
"Wha?...Hauh??" More leg flailing until he stopped and just laid there on his back, legs held up against his body in equine defeat.
"Words...I have none...they...they're all gone....poofed....waaah'd...into the void where left socks disappear into.."
"But they don't have the secret anymore; the person who took it does. That's secret-theft. If someone tells you, that's gift."
She nodded, holding her argumental ground on...Somewhat shaky logic.
"Like that little present Snickers just gave Fox Trot."
"Guys, can we please stop breaking Foxtrot?"
Snickers frowns. "Sorry Fox Trot. I'm just messin' around..."
Foxglove looked suitably scolded as well.
Fox Trot picked his head up from under the table and peeked over it with red blushing cheeks.
"I...oh...uh....no...need to apologize...for the fact....I can't handle these...facts," He tripped over his own tongue and lowered his ears.
Snickers raises an eyebrow. "Well, I never said it was true."
Fox Trot perked his ears. "So...you were just pulling my leg?...You're not...really a practitioner of the dark baking arts, capable of forbidden kitchen sorcery?"
"...What exactly makes them dark, anyway? That sort of thing usually has candles, right?"
She asked, having tuned out when she lost track of what was going on. She thought Snickers was being honest.
"Smoothie always said Dark magic often doesn't deserve the title, and is only called such by ponies too narrow minded to see the altruistic uses of it. Really, I can't think of any harm you could cause with dark baking magic that you can't cause with a fireball, and nobody calls that dark magic. Heck, I would think dark baking magic would be even easier to reverse the effects of in a lot of cases." Soft responds to this. "But yeah, sometimes it has candles."
Snickers shrugs at Fox Trot. "Oh, well, I never said that either," he replies with a wry smile.
He then nods along to Soft Serve's explanation. "Interesting outlook..."
"Yeah...To be fair, it wouldn't surprise me if she planned on taking over Equestria or something. And succeeded. It also wouldn't surprise me if that were just her general outlook, since she's always considered other ponies very narrow minded. She's also obsessed with knowing absolutely everything there is to know about magic if she believes it's something she can use." Soft tells them.