Bar Kitchen

Snickerfilly nods, ethereal light dancing across her features. "Good afternoon."

"Nice work with the Frankenwaffle. But... not so much on the pie. Heh heh heh..." the eldritch baking abomination chuckles darkly.

"Har har," the pegasus rolls her eyes. "Anyway, I need help. Or rather, my friend Soft needs help," she gestures a wing at Soft Serve.

"Oh?"

"I genderbent her on accident."

"I saw. Foxglove too. Smooth move, Romeo."

"Oh hush," Snickers hisses. "Anyway, can you change Soft Serve back? Like, right now?"

A moment of silent. And then a deep, rumbling chuckle from beyond the void. "Yes... But are you willing to pay the price?"

Snickers nods solemnly. "I am."