- >Eh, that was enough cheese.
- >You looked upon your creation.
- >The dough was splotchy, the sauce was in the shape of a mural of Sunbutt, and your seed was spread on it.
- >You got the perfect idea.
- >You didn't even need to cook it.
- >You would just give it to Celestia raw, and rub her face as she ate.
- >She would love it.
- >If she didn't you would bullshit her and say it's human custom to do so.
- >Win-win.
- >You grab the pan and exit the kitchen, walking through the dining room.
- >Celestia eyes the pan in your hands, licking her lips.
- >You approach her, your next actions being some you may regret.
- >"And what did you make me, Anonymous?"
- "Pizza"
- >You set the pan on the table in front of her.
- >She eyes it warily.
- >"This is uncooked."
- "But that makes it better, right? It's like eating raw cookie dough."
- >She contemplates for a moment.
- >"Can't argue with that."
- >Either she was that hungry or she agreed with you, and she began eating, unaware of what was truly on the food.
- >You took your hand and moved it across her face while she ate.
- >"Anonymous, what are you doing?"
- >She sounds a bit annoyed.
- "This is human custom. You rub the face of the one you cook for back where I come from."
- >She looks at you.
- >"Oh, then by all means, continue. Don't want to tread on tradition's hooves."
- >This face massage meal continues for a couple minutes in silence, save for Celestia's chewing, until she speaks up again.
- >"Anonymous?"
- "Yes Princess?"
- >"This is your creation. Wouldn't you like any?"
- >She magics the pan over to you as an offer.
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