Twilight slipped into the Kitchen, where Spike was already at the stove working on what appeared to be a gem cake large enough to feed twelve dragons. Apparently she wasn't the only one feeling hungry.
"Spike," she called over, "would you mind fixing me a quick brunch? I may have skipped breakfast."
Spike turned his head to notice that he wasn't alone anymore. "Oh, hey Twilight. Uh..." with a glance at the mess he'd been making in his attempts to bake his huge cake, he smiled sheepishly. "Sorry about not reminding you, but I've been real hungry all day. I've already eaten three breakfasts, and I started working on this cake to try to finally fill me up. I guess I forgot all about your food. I'll get right on it."
Putting his mixing bowl to one side, Spike quickly threw together a couple of daisy sandwiches and some oatmeal, placing the in front of Twilight before going back to his own project. The counter was mysteriously clean and organized when he got back to it, so he assumed all was forgiven.
As Twilight was finishing up with her meal, and Spike was putting his cake into the oven, a sudden belch of green flame drew her attention back to him. A letter from Princess Celestia materialized from the fire and smoke, and then almost landed in the cake batter.
Twilight levitated the scroll over to her, curious about what the Princess wanted.
