Zap Apple Brunch
Apr. 25th, 2015 09:30 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
twilightponyIt was a bit of a wet and grey Spring day today and I have those jars of zap apple jam, so early on I met up with Pinkie Pie and I suggested a late brunch at the Castle. Pinkie was off in a gasp, delivering invitations. I hurried to the baker to get fresh bread and Sugar Cube Corner for cinnamon rolls.
I got back home and nearly jumped out of my skin when a confetti cannon blasted me with an invitation just inside the front door. Pinkie had come up with a zap apple Spring theme. Everypony was due to arrive in a few hours.
I had Spike cook up a few dozen biscuits. I put out cups, saucers, plates, butter, jam, spoons and knives, got out comfortable cushions for seven, and the games.
By the time the biscuits were cooked and the tea brewed, they started to arrive. Pinkie brought balloons, Fluttershy Spring flowers, Applejack brought zap apples, Rainbow Dash found some pussy willows and Rarity, airy spring foulards. Each of Rarity's foulards was a different color for each of us and printed with our cutie marks, an emerald flame pattern for Spike. She'd been planning this. Spike wore his like a cravat and put on a sophisticated air.
Everything was delicious and the conversations infectious. The hours just melted away. We never did start any of the games.
I got back home and nearly jumped out of my skin when a confetti cannon blasted me with an invitation just inside the front door. Pinkie had come up with a zap apple Spring theme. Everypony was due to arrive in a few hours.
I had Spike cook up a few dozen biscuits. I put out cups, saucers, plates, butter, jam, spoons and knives, got out comfortable cushions for seven, and the games.
By the time the biscuits were cooked and the tea brewed, they started to arrive. Pinkie brought balloons, Fluttershy Spring flowers, Applejack brought zap apples, Rainbow Dash found some pussy willows and Rarity, airy spring foulards. Each of Rarity's foulards was a different color for each of us and printed with our cutie marks, an emerald flame pattern for Spike. She'd been planning this. Spike wore his like a cravat and put on a sophisticated air.
Everything was delicious and the conversations infectious. The hours just melted away. We never did start any of the games.
