“Cake doesn’t just grow on trees, your highness!” Raven Inkwell said through clenched teeth and forehead full of hoof.
“Oh no?” Celestia asked with a smirk. With a swish of her spectral mane, the ever-so-slightly pink pony princess leveled her mighty face-horn at a stately willow nearby and let fly a stream of arcane energy.
To the surprise of no reader, the tree instantly set forth fruits of small cakes.
