"What should I do? What should I do?"

"Uh, Twilight? What are you doing?"

"What do I look like I'm doing Spike?"

"Getting a panic attack? Again?"

"That's no funny! Can't you see that I'm looking for a solution here?"

"A solution? About what? We are in the middle of a cook off!"

"And I was about to make the most amazing banana bread and I found out we were out of eggs!"

"Oh. What about it?"

"I was looking for a way to find a substitute, and I found one in this book, but in this one it said it would ruin the taste!"

"So... um... Do you want me to buy some eggs?"

"And doing all this research for nothing?"

"Uh.... Yeah?"

"Ugh!"

"By the way, we are also out of milk."

"What? How come? I bought a bottle yesterday."

"Well... I made milkshakes yesterday and my recipe needs a lot of it, so..."

"Oh. Well, go buy some then."

"Uh... okay. Do you want something?"

"No."

"Are you sure?"

"Yes!"

"Really really..."

"Spike!"

"Okay, okay... I'm going."

Once at the door, he stopped and yelled "I'LL GET YOU SOME EGGS TOO! BYE!" before opening the door and close behind.

"What? Wait! I don't need eg... *sigh* What's the point. I can't change what is already perfect. Unless...."

A half-hour later, Spike came back with the fresh produces.

"Twilight? I got your eggs!" No one answered. "Twilight?" He walked to the kitchen and found her staring at what looked like a banana bread. "Oh. So you found out what you..."

"Don't! Move!"

"Huh?"

"Just don't! Or you will wake him up! I was already hard to cast that sp-"

"Who will wake up?"

"Him!" she said while pointing at the bread lying on the floor.

"That's bread."

"I know. And his name is Brian."

"Wait! What?"

"He... he named himself."

"Twilight! What happened? Did you... Oh no." Twilight dropped her ears in shame. "You used a spell to make a banana bread? A alive banana bread?"

"Sentient too. But it was an accident."

"That's...."

".... cooking."

"No! That's in-"

"... will be interesting for Pinkie Pie to chase her food."

"What?"

"I called Pinkie to come here to judge our food and she will be here soon. So, once she's here, she will chase the cake, eat it and we'll never talk of this again."

"..... Twilight! That's insane!"

"No! No! No! That's nature, Spike. Ponies eat cake. Not the opposite."

"Oh yeah? What if the cake bleeds, huh? You are going to tell her it's filling?"

"..... You think she'll buy that?"

"Oh! For the love of Celestia!"