The Worst Bakers in Equestria (2024)

Princess Luna smiled as she walked through Canterlot’s shopping district. It was late afternoon, and the lunch rush had changed into a dinner rush with no signs of slowing down. All around Luna ponies were buying, selling, trading, browsing, bartering, yelling, laughing, eating, performing, and talking. It could all be summed up in one word: commerce. Things had changed so much in the past thousand years. Some changes would take some getting used to, but this district with its sea of ponies? This was amazing. All these daily social interactions were on a scale that boggled Luna’s mind. The best part was that it never stopped. Day or night, rain or shine, summer or winter, it didn’t matter. The shopping district was always open.

Luna had left the palace earlier seeking adventure. More accurately, Luna had snuck out of the palace seeking adventure. The royal guards and her sister probably still thought she was resting in her room. Luna had to be careful, though. The Moon Princess casually walking about Canterlot would have caused quite a stir. News of it would have quickly reached the royal palace and, from there, her sister’s ears. For this reason, Luna had created a magical disguise for herself. To everypony seeing her, Luna appeared to be an earth pony with a light-brown coat, dark orange mane, and a pile of coffee beans for a cutie mark. She called this disguise ‘Morning Dew.’ The name and cutie mark a tribute to the beverage that allowed her to remain awake and alert during most of her daytime adventures. Her horn and wings still existed but were invisible. She had to be alert though, lest somepony bump into something that shouldn’t be there. It was always awkward when that happened.

Illusionary magic came naturally to Luna. Disguises, invisibility, ventriloquism. Spells like these she could cast quickly and so subtly that no one could tell what was real and what wasn’t. No one, that was, except for her sister. Celestia always seemed to see through her illusions with ease. Not through magic but through intuition that could only come from being an older sister. That had sometimes made sneaking out a challenge. It was a wonder that Luna hadn’t been caught yet.

Luna sometimes felt guilty going on her adventures, but she didn’t really have any responsibilities except for raising the moon and a few hours of her Lunar Court. Her sister was always finding something or another to busy herself with. Luna had offered to help after her return. She was eager to help. However, after a few blunders, it became apparent that her ‘helping’ was only causing more troubles. Luna had become discouraged for a time, but her sister was there for her. Celestia had suggested that Luna take a break, temporarily close her Court, see the world, talk to her subjects, learn, and above all else, be happy. And so she had.

Luna had spent weeks reading in the royal library. She went on official visits both with and without her sister. She had even attended Princess Celestia’s School for Gifted Unicorns for a time but had left after she felt she was intimidating the younger students. She was also failing chemistry but nopony needed to know that.

Luna had always felt the best way to learn was by doing. This had proven difficult as everywhere she went, she was ‘Princess’ Luna and princesses did not paint walls, or wait tables, or dig ditches; that tended to make the other ponies doing the job nervous. So she had begun sneaking out in disguise to experience Equestria as a citizen instead of a ruler. She tried her hoof at any and every job she could, changing her appearance and race as needed. Many learning experiences went well. Some of them required a lot of apologizing. Once she had to flee from an angry mob. In the end, simply learning about her subjects helped immensely when she reopened her Lunar Court.

Today had turned out to be better than expected. Luna had come to observe the ponies of the market and scout out any potential ‘help wanted’ signs for future adventures. She soon became caught up in the hustle and bustle around her and became eager to make some purchases of her own. The first sale went easy. Luna had found a necklace she liked and bought it. The second sale didn’t go as well. Rather than pay the asking price, Luna had tried haggling. She had seen many ponies do it and understood the theory behind it. However, theory often differed from practice, and something had gone wrong. Luna was sure haggling was supposed to reduce the price, not increase it. She had ended up paying nearly double the asking price for the scarf that was currently in the bag looped around her neck. It was a beautiful scarf though and would look wonderful on her. Now that she thought about it, why did she buy a scarf anyway? It was summer and would be months before wearing a scarf wouldn’t draw strange stares. Luna decided to chalk the whole thing up as a learning experience.

A rumbling in her stomach reminded Luna that she hadn’t eaten anything since this morning. She could find something to eat here, but her evening meal with her sister would start shortly after sundown. It would be suspicious if Luna wasn’t hungry at what was supposed to normally be her ‘breakfast.’ She would have to return to the palace to eat. Luna smiled. A savvy shopper would never turn down a free meal anyway.

As Luna was turning down the street that would take her to the palace, she noticed a unicorn stallion hanging a brightly-colored poster with The Worst Baker in Equestria Competition written along the top. Most of the poster was taken up by a picture of a cyan-colored, pegasus mare with a rainbow mane. Luna recognized her as Rainbow Dash, the bearer of the Element of Loyalty. A word bubble came from Rainbow Dash’s mouth asking “Do you have what it takes to be the worst?” Along the bottom of the poster was the date and location of the competition, where to purchase tickets, and where tryouts were being held.

“Excuse me, sir,” Luna said, after the stallion had finished smoothing out the poster. “What is this Worst Baker Competition?”

“You never heard of the WBEs?” the stallion asked, then chuckled. “You must be living under a rock.”

Luna laughed nervously. “I’m not anymore. And it wasn’t exactly under,” she replied.

The stallion looked briefly confused then continued. “The WBEs are a yearly baking competition with a twist. It’s all about baking badly. Making a mess, setting things on fire, creating inedible food. That sort of thing. It’s great entertainment. You’re missing out if you haven’t seen them at least once. This year’s competition is in Ponyville, so it’s only a short train ride away.”

The gears began to turn in Luna’s head. “What if...” Luna began. She wasn’t sure if this was a good idea, but it sounded interesting, adventure worthy even. “What if I wanted to enter the competition?”

“Well, the first thing you need to do is make sure you bake bad. And I mean really bad. You can’t just mess up a recipe from time to time. You have to have a complete inability to bake at all if you even want to reach the quarter finals. Those competitors have some sort of weird bad luck that kicks in when they bake. You’ll also have to go to a tryout to be admitted. The WBEs have gotten real popular and would go on for days if the tryouts didn’t narrow it down to the top hundred. After that, it’s the preliminaries the morning of the competition where it’s further reduced to only eight. Then the actual event starts that evening where the worst bakers compete in front of an audience of thousands. The winner gets crowned champion, given a trophy, and is invited back to compete the next year. However, the real prize is getting free food for an entire year from the restaurant of your choice.”

Luna liked this idea more and more. She had never entered a competition before. Performing in front of an audience would be an excellent learning experience. “Thank you for the information. I’ll have to think about this.”

“My pleasure, miss. The tryouts will run until the day before the competition. I hear it’s easier to get a spot if you go earlier rather than later.”

Luna began to trot towards the palace. She had never really tried baking before. In fact, she rarely cooked anything for herself. She would have to find out if she had this inability to bake or not.

~~~

As much as Luna hated to admit it, sneaking into the palace was easy. True, the royal guards patrolled the ground, sky, and interior of the palace in constantly changing patrol routes and shifts. Warded runes had been placed in key locations that would glow and hum if they detected any teleportation or invisibility spell used nearby. Even the ground under the palace was magically hardened so that nothing could dig its way through. There was one flaw in the defenses though: they were never designed with the thought of an invisible alicorn flying in.

Luna landed on her room’s balcony and walked in through the open door. The rune above the door should have alerted everypony nearby that an invisible intruder had entered the princess’s bedroom, but long ago Luna had tweaked the spell on it to be unable to detect her own magic. This had the side effect of making the rune no longer able to detect any magic at all. Still, giving invisible assassins access to her room was a small price to pay for an easy way to sneak out.

Sleeping in Luna’s bed was a pony that looked just like her. At least, that’s what anyone would see if they happened to peek through her door. In truth, it was just an illusion she had created before leaving a few hours ago. She was only slightly worried that this spell was becoming second nature to her. Luna made sure no guards were flying by before dispelling the illusion and reappearing without her disguise. She dropped her bag and levitated out her necklace and scarf. It was a shame she wouldn’t be able to wear these about the palace for a while. She would have to pretend to purchase them the next time she left the palace ‘officially.’ She put her purchases away and put on her royal ensemble. Now that she had ‘woken up’ from her rest, Luna was free to move about the palace with nopony being the wiser to her earlier activities.

~~~

Luna made her way to the kitchens. It was about an hour until sundown. She would be joining her sister for their evening meal at that time. She pushed open the kitchen doors with her magic and walked inside. It was no surprise to Luna that the kitchens were in a state of controlled chaos. The royal chefs were always busy making meals not only for the princesses, but for the guards and palace staff as well. The kitchen was filled with unicorns, pegasi, and earth ponies all preparing food in various states of assembly. All of the ponies were wearing white toques and jackets. Pots were boiling. Pans were flipping their contents. Flames leapt from the stoves. Wonderful smells filled the air. However, above everything else, there was the noise. The chefs were talking, laughing, and shouting orders over sounds of cooking and one another. Luna couldn’t understand half of what was being said, yet it all came together somehow. Meals were prepared and sent out. Dishes came back and were cleaned. Everypony ate their meals and returned to their jobs satisfied.

One chef shouted louder than the rest. Luna recognized the white-coated, copper-maned unicorn as the head chef of the day kitchen, Main Course. He hurried about the kitchen tasting food, giving orders, and keeping everything running. As Main Course finished approving one of his chef’s dishes, he turned and took notice of Luna. He quickly approached her.

“Princess Luna,” he said, bowing his head. “It is an honor that you have graced my kitchen with your presence.”

Luna bowed her head to match Main Course. While she may be the co-ruler of Equestria, Main Course could be considered the ruler of the day kitchen, and she would respect that. Main Course’s face was full of gratitude as he smiled.

“We were just about to begin your and Princess Celestia’s evening meals. Did you have a special request? No need to be shy. We would enjoy making anything for you.”

“As a matter of fact. I do have a request. Though, I admit it may be a little strange.”

“Strange? The chefs of the day kitchen don’t know the meaning of the word ‘strange.’ We have prepared culinary masterpieces from every corner of the world. We are not afraid to try any recipe, use any ingredient. Ask, and it shall be made.”

“The thing is, it isn’t a recipe it’s... well...” Luna took a breath and fixed her eyes on Main Course’s. “Head Chef Main Course, may I make something in your kitchen?”

Main Course was stunned for a moment, then his smile grew even larger. “Princess Luna, of course you may cook in my kitchen. Come with me. Come with me. We’ll find you an open station. I will assist you personally so that your food will be just as good—no—better than anything ever made within these walls.”

“But will the kitchen be able to run without you? I’m sure I can manage on my own.” Luna said as she was led down an aisle of chefs cooking at their stations. The other chefs had begun to notice her and were all bowing their respects.

“My sous-chef can handle everything on her own for the last couple hours. Ah, here we are.”

Main Course directed Luna to an open station at the end of the aisle. The station was equipped with a cutting board, knife block, stove and oven. There were also many drawers and cabinets that likely housed everything else that could be needed. Luna noticed it was considerably less noisy at this end of the kitchen. Though, that was probably just the chefs attempting to be polite.

“I am sure you are ready to jump in and create the most extravagant dish you can imagine,” Main Course said, “but may I suggest you start with something basic?”

“What did you have in mind?”

“Soup. It may seem boring but there is a near infinite possible combination of ingredients that can be used to make soup. Not just that, but no two chefs make the same soup the same way. You can tell a lot about a pony by how they make their soup.”

Luna laughed. “Then I shall make soup and see what it says about me.”

Main Course’s horn began to glow, and a pot floated out of an opening cabinet. He set the pot on the countertop. “Now then, every soup begins with some type of liquid. We have many different types of vegetable stocks in storage, but for your first soup, I suggest you begin with water. It will allow you to more easily taste how each new ingredient combines their flavors to change your soup. If you’ll be so kind as to carry your pot, I will show you to the sink.”

Main Course walked around the end of the aisle and turned towards the sink on the far wall. Luna began to grab the pot with her magic but stopped. Would magic even be allowed in the competition? Most likely not, it would give unicorns an unfair advantage. If she was going to do this, it would have to be without the help of her magic.

Main Course reached the sink and turned around to continue his instructions to Luna. He opened his mouth to speak, but his voice caught in his throat. The Princess was walked towards him with the pot dangling by the handle from her mouth.

“P-Princess, you don’t have to carry the pot that way,” Main Course said as he regained his ability to speak. “It is unbecoming of your station. You have a great magical ability after all.”

Luna set the pot down on a countertop. She could see out of the corner of her eye that many of the chefs had stopped what they were doing to watch her. “I’m sorry, Main Course, but I forgot to mention part of my request. I would like to do this without using my magic. You have so many pegasi and earth ponies on your staff, and they all make such wonderful food. I felt I could appreciate it more if I understood the extra effort that they had to put into it.”

Many of the pegasi and earth ponies smiled and nodded in agreement. A quick glance from Main Course and the kitchen went back to its usual busy state. Main Course looked at the determined expression on the Princess’s face and knew he wouldn’t be able to win this argument. “Very well, Princess,” he relented. “Please place the pot in the sink and fill it halfway full of water.”

Luna placed the pot in the sink and twisted the hot water handle, only to have it snap off in her hoof. Luna and Main Course stared at the handle as water poured from the faucet. Luna started to speak, but Main Course cut her off. “It is not your fault, Princess. Allow me to reattach that for you. I will just put it back on... like... no. Hmm... it appears to be a clean break in the metal. Well, no matter.”

Main Course opened the cabinet beneath the sink and levitated out a pair of pliers. He attached the pliers to the metal stub of the broken handle and twisted. The water shut off.

“There we are. Always be prepared. Would somepony call for maintenance? Thank you. Now, Princess Luna. You will have to empty out your excess water. The pot will also be too heavy for your mouth, so you’ll have to use this serving cart to take it back to your station,” Main Course said, then pulled a serving cart towards them with his magic.

Luna carefully lifted her pot and placed it on the serving cart. As she moved back to her station, she pondered the odd occurrence. She had felt... something, as the handle had snapped in two. Some type of force at work. None of the other chefs, even the unicorns, seemed to have noticed anything. She would have to keep alert and try to sense it again.

With Luna’s pot of water back on her stove without further incident, Main Course continued his training. “Now, this is the important question. What type of soup would you like to make?”

Luna thought about the many types of soup she had tried before. “I think... that I would like to try making tomato soup.”

“An excellent choice. I will fetch a basket of tomatoes for you. In the meantime, turn the stove’s heat to high and select a medium-sized knife.”

While Main Course left to get the tomatoes, Luna turned up the stove’s heat. She had no idea what counted as a medium-sized knife, so she pulled out the knife from the middle of the knife block. As she turned back to her stove, she dropped her knife onto the countertop. Her pot was on fire, or more accurately, her water was on fire. Luna stared at the flames dancing along the water’s surface. There were ways both magical and mundane for fire to exist on top of water, but Luna couldn’t think of any that applied to this situation. Her trance was broken by a basket of tomatoes dropping onto her countertop and a lid slamming on the pot.

“Princess Luna! Are you alright?” Main Course said in a slight panic. “I know you are eager, but you must wait and follow my instructions. What was it that you added to the soup?”

“What? Nothing. I just turned on the stove like you said.”

Main Course chuckled as he removed the lid. “Come now, Princess, a pot of water doesn’t just catch on fire on its own. Now let us see...”

Main Course looked at the pot of water. It hadn’t even started to boil yet. He levitated a spoon to scoop out some water, blew on it to cool it off, and tasted it. A look of confusion crossed his face. “It's only water,” he said in disbelief.

“I told you.”

“Yes, forgive me, Princess. It’s just that...” Main Course blinked a few times then stared at Luna nervously. “Princess, I’m terribly sorry if this sounds rude, but... a-are... are you by chance... pranking me?”

“What?” Luna asked as her eyes widened. Main Course continued to stare at her. “Don’t give me that look. You should know full well that I wouldn’t prank you in your own kitchen.”

“Yes, of course, Princess. I-it is just bad luck. Could happen to anypony. Let’s forget about it and continue. Just take your knife and cut each tomato up as small as you can. Do not worry about your technique, we can work on proper knife skills another time.”

Luna selected a tomato from the basket and placed it on the center of her cutting board. She bit onto the handle of her knife, held the tomato between her hooves, and lowered the knife into the tomato. A stream of juice squirted out of the tomato and into her eye.

Main Course gasped. “Let me get you a wash cloth, Princess. I am so sorry. I have never seen that happened before, I—”

“It’s fine,” Luna said, wiping juice from her eye. “Just bad luck, could happen to anypony.”

Luna cut the tomato into small pieces and added it to the pot of water. When she pierced the next tomato, it popped like a balloon with an audible bang. Pieces of tomato showered on Luna and the stations around her. By now, the other chefs had begun to grow nervous. Something was going wrong. Main Course looked to be on the verge of fainting. Luna, however, was smiling. That force she had sensed was back.

This had to be it. This was the inability to cook that poster pony was talking about earlier. No matter what she did, this soup would turn out horrible. She would go to the tryouts tomorrow. Maybe even get a spot. Luna knew she should stop. She had the confirmation she needed. She should apologize to Main Course, play the whole thing off as bad luck, and laugh about it.

However, she couldn’t. She had to see the end results.

With a fiery determination, Luna attacked the remaining tomatoes. The tomatoes fought back, sending juice and pulp everywhere. The chefs around Luna cowered away as their dishes became increasingly tomato-flavored. Main Course tried to speak several times, his mouth opening and closing, but no words coming out.

Luna shouted a battle cry as she plunged her knife into the last tomato. It had fought valiantly but fell like all the rest. With a scoop and flick of her knife, the last of the tomatoes plunged into the bubbling pot. Luna took the washcloth from Main Course and wiped the tomato from her face and mane.

“What’s next?” Luna asked eagerly.

Main Course’s eyes blinked once, then he shook his head before regaining his composure. “Next...? Yes, next. Next you need to reduce the heat so that the soup will come down to a simmer. Stir the soup with a ladle, and when it is mostly combined, give it a taste.”

Luna complied with the instructions. She ladled a small amount of soup into a saucer and gave it a taste. She let herself experience the flavors before swallowing. “It tastes like tomatoes and water.”

“Good, good. I would be worried if it tasted like anything else. Now we need some seasonings. I recommend starting with salt. Just add a little, stir, and taste. Repeat until you reach your desired level of saltiness.”

Main Course levitated a shaker of salt to Luna, making sure the top was securely fastened. Luna added a few shakes of salt to her soup, stirred, ladled, and tasted. Her face scrunched up in displeasure. “It’s way too salty now.”

“You probably just need to stir more. Some of the salt must have gotten stuck to the ladle.”

Luna stirred and tasted again. She coughed as she swallowed. “Ugh, it’s even saltier now.”

“I had no idea you had such a delicate palate for salt, Princess,” Main Course said as he levitated a spoon into the soup. “I am sure it could not be all that salty.” He put the spoon in his mouth and promptly gagged. He rushed to the sink and began to gulp down water.

When Main Course had recovered, he slowly walked back to Luna. “B-by my mother’s jewel-encrusted skillet,” he swore. “That was the saltiest anything I have ever tasted. I would rather eat a spoonful of salt than try that again. Not... that... you should get discouraged. This is your first try, after all. There must have just been something wrong with the salt. It... went bad... somehow. I am afraid there is no easy way to fix your soup. It will have to be... disposed of. It is getting late. Maybe we can try again tomorrow?”

“No,” Luna said, smiling. “I think I can still fix it!”

“Princess... please be reasonable. Even magic could not fix your soup.”

“I think some cheese will help.”

Main Course stared at Luna for a few seconds before turning and walking towards the cooler. Luna watched her soup burst into flames again.

~~~

“Princess. I beg of you. Your soup... i-it is beyond salvation.”

Luna had been working on her soup for the better part of an hour. She was amazed at how bad it was turning out. Simple additions were causing wild reactions in ways that she knew were logically impossible. Adding onions had caused the soup to briefly emit a foul-smelling smoke. Adding garlic had produced barking sounds that caused one of the chefs to faint. This atmosphere of bad luck. This aura of inability. Luna knew there was something magical about it, but she couldn’t locate the source. It didn’t come from within like a unicorn’s magic, but it didn’t exactly feel like an external source either. She had to learn about this. She had to enter the competition where she would be surrounded by others with this bad luck.

Luna looked down and the bubbling green liquid. She had to do something about this ‘soup’ first.

“Do you think sugar would help?” she asked Main Course, who was sitting on his haunches and had been weeping silently.

Main Course looked up at Luna with haunted eyes. “No, Princess. No, I do not.”

Luna looked back at her soup. It would be a shame just to dump it out. Perhaps it could be used at fertilizer?

Suddenly, Main Course’s eyes focused, and he got up. “Princess Luna, are you not forgetting something?” he said with determination. “The moon!”

Luna’s eyes widened. “Oh my gosh, you’re right! I’m late!”

“Run, Princess! Run and raise the moon! I will look after your... soup.”

Princess Luna lowered her head. Main Course prepared to return the bow, but Luna’s horn began to glow. Luna slowly raised her head with her eyes closed in concentration. Her horn glowed until it was pointed straight up. Then, she opened her eyes.

“There. The moon is up. Thank you for reminding me.”

“I... but...”

“That whole flying in the air, silhouetted by the moon thing is just for show. I can raise the moon from anywhere.”

Main Course could feel his sanity slipping. It was only a matter of time before he started talking to the turnips. Then he saw his salvation walking through the door. He quickly dried his tears.

Main Course bowed low and said, “Princess Celestia! Welcome! Thank you so much for coming to my kitchen.”

Princess Celestia walked along the aisle, smiling and nodding to the chefs that were bowing. She stopped before Main Course and bowed to him. “Main Course, it’s a pleasure to see you again.”

“The pleasure is all mine. Princess Luna has taken an interest in learning how to cook. It is getting late, though, and dinner will be ready soon. Perhaps you could take her with you to the dining room, and I will be there shortly to serve you?” Main Course smiled his biggest smile.

“Good evening, Luna,” Celestia said.

“Good evening, Sister,” Luna replied.

“That is an interesting pot of soup.”

“Yes, it seems I have a complete inability to bake,” Luna announced happily.

Celestia laughed warmly. “Well I should think not. After all, you’re cooking, not baking.”

Luna froze. How could she have been this stupid? It was called The Worst Baker in Equestria Competition. Soup wasn’t baking. Pies, cakes, cookies, those were baking.

“Still, I can’t wait to try your soup,” Celestia continued.

Luna would have frozen again if she wasn’t still frozen. “T-try my soup? You want to taste it? With your mouth?”

“Of course. It looks like you worked so hard on it. It deserves at least a little taste, don’t you think?”

Luna did not think so but instead said, “I suppose just a bite won’t kill us. It’ll be a few more minutes. I’ll join you at our table.”

Princess Celestia smiled and began walking out of the kitchen. Main Course watched his salvation leave.

When Celestia had left, Luna frowned at her soup. Hadn’t she heard that the bad luck was supposed to happen when she baked? Did it also apply to cooking? She decided a test would be required. She looked at Main Course and asked, “Is there a way to bake soup?”

~~~

Luna and Celestia sat at their personal dining table. The walls were adorned with tapestries and flowers. A balcony to the east allowed the sisters to see either the rising moon or sun during the two meals a day that they shared together. The table was filled with delicious looking food. A house salad with extra tomatoes, daffodil and tomato sandwiches, and for dessert, a strawberry and tomato pie. On the table were also two plates that each contained a solid rectangle of green ‘soup.’

Luna had been unable to get a response from Main Course, who had just stood in the aisle, smiling and staring at nothing. She had decided to stick the entire pot of soup in the oven for a few minutes, just to see what happened. The oven was now beyond repair. That had seemed like a good time to take what remained of her soup and leave. While she couldn’t actually be banned from the kitchen, the pleading looks on the chef’s faces told Luna all she needed to know. Today, the chefs of the day kitchen could say they had finally learned the meaning of the word ‘strange.’

“Well,” Celestia said, “it seems like the chefs went a little tomato happy tonight. At least your soup is something different, even if it’s not very soup-like.”

“Actually, it’s supposed to be tomato soup.”

There was a moment of uncomfortable silence as Celestia took that information in. “Oh,” was all she said.

“We don’t have to—make that, probably should not eat it.”

“Does it taste bad?”

“Ye—actually... I’m not sure. I stopped tasting it once it turned green. It didn’t taste very good before that though.”

“We should at least have a nibble. I admit, I am a little curious what it tastes like.”

The princesses levitated their knives and forks, cut off small chunks of their bars, raised the chunks to their mouths, and after a moment’s hesitation, took a bite from the chunks and began to chew. Both princesses then raised their napkins to their mouths and politely spat out the soup.

Luna spat into her napkin several more times, making sure all the soup was gone. “That... wasn’t food. It tasted more like...”

“Soap?”

“Yes, exactly!” Luna giggled. “It seems I mixed up a letter somewhere along the way.”

Celestia joined Luna in laughing. “It actually has a pleasant fragrance though. Perhaps we should try bathing with it?”

“Careful. It might turn your coat green.”

Both sisters laughed and started eating their real food. Tomorrow, Luna would have to try some real baking and see how it compared to her soup experience. She would also have to find a new kitchen to use. For now, she would just talk and laugh with her sister as they enjoyed each other’s company.