>"Are those soy chops, Anon? You know we ponies don't eat meat, right?"
You nod, "Yes. It's 100% soy."
>She takes a small bite, then a surprised smile creeps onto her face as she noms all the meal, creating a terrible mess.
 
>"Anon! This, is, delicious!" she says between noms. "Where did you learn that recipe?"
 
>Your cheeks heat, as you try to hide your embarrassment.
"It's not the recipe, it's the ingredients."
>She finishes and asks for more.
>You place another two pork chops on her plate, and she doesn't wait for you to place it back in front of her; her magic grip takes the plate out of your hands.
>After is finished shoveling the morsels into her mouth, she licks the plate clean, she shifts her position in a chair she is sitting at in some more comfortable position.
>She pats her full stomach and burps.
>Her ears fall at both sides of her head as you laugh.
>"Tell me, Anon, can I come to see you some more often?"
"What? Do I cook that good, princess? You know, you can hire me as your royal cook."
>"Can I?!" she jumps out of the chair and fixes her mane, "In that case, I hire you this very instant! Now come, follow me. I will show you your new kitchen, mister."
>You follow her to the castle having fun as she tries to go with a big tummy.
>Some ponies are smirking at both of you; it must look like she is pregnant or something.
>The new workplace is, as dress horse would say, simply divine.
>There is everything you couldn't afford at Earth, and even more.
>"So, Anon, Cook something at 6pm For me and Spike."
>She thinks for a moment, touching her face.
>"Oh, and for yourself too, of course."
"Uh, ok, boss."
>You say playfully and you're granted with a cute giggle from her.
>"Oh, and I will possibly invite the girls over tomorrow to show them how great you are as a cook, if that's not a problem."
 
"Not at all, princess Twilight Sparkle. Old Anon-cook would fail. Let me be precise, fail terribly, but your new Anon-the-royal-cook will not embarasses you!"
>Another giggle and she leaves.
>You cast a second glance to the kitchen, and plan to prepare a light tomato salad at first, and a delicious greasy broth.
>And then then realisation hits you straight in the gut.
>She will kill you.
>Yep. she will definitely do it when she finds out about you serving her meat.
>You stand motionless for a minute with your head held low.
>Eh, fuck it.
>She'll not hurt you if you addict her to your cooking before she finds out.
>But... how the hell will you steal another chicken from Fluttershy during the day?
>Hmm.
>You'll find a way.