Stirring the Sauce, Pounding out the Dough!

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Who: Kitty Pryde, Pinkie Pie, and YOU!
Broadcast: Fleetwide invites!
Action: Planetside
When: In between Winn waking up and the Marsiva taking off




[Video]

Early this morning, a video might interrupt whatever you're doing. On one side of the screen, there's a beautiful lady with light brown hair. On the other, the pinkest pony ever to have walked the multi-verse.

Hey hey HEY, everybody! It's the start of a new month, and we've had a GREAT time on this planet so far, especially with all this yummy real food! Sooo Kitty and I have been planning a pizza party!

Um, right. So, you should come. I guess. [She doesn't know how to do group invites with ponies. What is life?]

We'll be in this HUGE clearing at THESE coordinates, so bring some smiles, your stomach, and maybe a side dish or snacks if you want too! We'll see you there! And Wrath: we've got chimmy cherry chongas~!

We had to use a few substitutes, but it's still pizza, so you know today's priority. Also a good time to check it out if you've never heard of it.

[And with that, the feed ends and coordinates to the clearing show up on the communicators.]


[Action]

[Local vendors have been generous enough to loan the use of their ovens and some long wooden tables for the clearing. Sure enough, there's dozens of pies, plain or topped with meat or vegetables or both. There's also jugs and jugs of fruit juices and lemonade and punch, and an equally bountiful dessert table including apple tarts, cakes, donuts, and yes, chimmy cherry chongas. And the best part is there's not a single gel-based ingredient in sight. Feel free to add something to the bounty or just come in, grab a slice, and enjoy!]

Comments

[aigue]

[She knows, and she knows she'll either be considered a pest or fucking adorable rather than just a slob so it's worth it. Besides, fox bodies were not built for eating pie cleanly anyways. Best to embrace it.

She'll pause her devouring at the sound of her name, glancing over.]

The message said there would be free food.

[How could she turn that down?]

[pneumo]

[ And of course it's obvious which Sascha believes as he hurries to her side, already itching to touch her fur. ]

I didn't know foxes could eat pie.

[aigue]

[She licks her muzzle, eyeing the rest of the food on the table.]

We can eat anything. We're very adaptable.

[pneumo]

Really?? Lucky... I can only eat meat. [ Which means no pizza for him, alas ]

[aigue]

Other foods make you sick...? [She's wondering how that works.]

[pneumo]

Yeah.... I get nauseous if I do and throw it all up. It's pretty gross, hehe.

[ He doesn't know the reason for it, but he knows he will definitely puke. He's tried. ]

[aigue]

That's unfortunate. Pâtisserie and baking are delicious. One of humanity's greatest achievements.

[She doesn't care too much though, because hey, more for her!]

[pneumo]

Really?? It doesn't smell all that great... Just sweet. [ But he'll take her word for it. ]

[aigue]

There is more to it than the smell. Smell and taste are connected, in order to fully appreciate food you need to indulge in both.

[pneumo]

Bleh... No thanks, I'll pass. [ The only tastes he likes are raw flesh and blood. Sascha is perfectly fine avoiding Renart's sweets and pasties on this matter. ]

[aigue]

Your loss.

[She's going to take another few bites of the pie happily. Whoever made this is an excellent cook.]

[pneumo]

[ They are indeed... Sascha almost wishes he could try too. Almost. But he knows better nowadays. ]

Sooo....

[aigue]

[Small talk? What small talk? Renart has half a pie she needs to finish eating, before someone gets offended a mangy fox snuck in and is eating all the food.

So she's going to leave Sascha hanging as she continues stuffing her face.]

[pneumo]

[ Dangit Renart, pay attention to him!! Because otherwise he'll pay attention to you which means leaning onto his elbows on the table niiiice and close to her. ]

How's the planet~?

[aigue]

[She glances over, but it's because she doesn't want him touching her pie. It's hers.]

I've been to worse places.

[pneumo]

[ Pls, it would only make him puke. Date pie is all yours floffy butt ]

Liiiike?

[aigue]

The end of everything.

The Atlantic ocean was also thoroughly unpleasant.

[pneumo]

You've been to the ocean?? Whoa...! Is it really as big as everyone says??

[aigue]

I've been to both oceans. And it's bigger. And wetter.

[Fur does not mix well with lots of water, sigh.]

[pneumo]

[ he could dry you off........ ]

Is it salty???

[aigue]

[Non.]

Extremely salty. It takes forever to get the salt smell out of my fur.

[pneumo]

Aww, but I bet you still smell nice even when you're salty! [ Like over losing Monty eyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy ]

[aigue]

[SASCHA PLS.]

Foxes aren't animals that smell good. To humans, anyway. We're too musky.

[pneumo]

...? You smell fine to me! [ Like food, actually, but he isn't about to tell her that. ]

[aigue]

Thank you.

[Whatever, Sascha has weird taste.]