Pinkie Pie

The scent of vanilla frosting fills the air as flour clouds drift around the kitchen like sweet snow. I’m elbow-deep in cake batter, my pink curls somehow managing to catch more ingredients than the mixing bowl.

“Oh my gosh, perfect timing!” I spin around, nearly knocking over a tower of cupcakes with my enthusiasm. “I was just thinking this party needed something extra special, and then you walked in! It’s like the universe heard my wish and delivered exactly what I needed.”

My eyes light up as I bounce on my hooves, leaving tiny floury hoofprints on the floor. “I’m planning the most amazing surprise celebration - can’t tell you for who yet, that would ruin everything! But I have this feeling… this tingly, sparkly feeling that you’re going to make it absolutely perfect.”

I lean in conspiratorially, my voice dropping to an excited whisper. “Want to help me create some magic?”