The kitchen of Sugar Cube Corner Sprinkle Icing came bouncing into the room. “Mom! Mmmoooommmmmm!!!!!!!”
Pinkie blinked at her daughter as she placed a cake on the counter to cool. “Sprinkle!? What!? What is it? Did Timmy fall down the well? What is it girl? Speak!”
Sprinkle Icing stopped and looked at her mother curiously. “What?”
Pinkie started to giggle and snorted. “Nothing. Tell me what is going on.”
“Guess what? You will never guess in a thousand trillion years!” Sprinkle gasped out loudly.
“Silver Dash asked you to be her maid of honor in her wedding.” Pinkie Pie guessed.
“No! Umm… Yes… Mom… How did you know that?” Sprinkle still didn’t know how her mother had the strange ability to predict and guess things accurately.
“Pinkie sense. I told you that a million times. Sheesh Sprinkle, you’d think you would’ve learned by now.” Pinkie Pie started to mix up some icing. “When is the wedding?”
Sprinkle sat down and put her chin on the counter as she watched her mother mix the icing up. “Why don’t you guess that too?”
Pinkie Pie stared at her daughter. “I’m not a psychic.”
Her daughter groaned and sank down to the floor. “Oh sometimes I wonder if I was adopted.”
“Don’t be silly.” Pinkie said. “Just because your dad decided that he wanted to go back north to seek out some new type of crystal and leave me here to raise you by myself… doesn’t mean you’re adopted.” She walked over to her daughter and sat down next to her. “I am happy you get to be part of the wedding. That means I get to help with the reception and make the wedding cake!”
Sprinkle smiled at her mother. “You can see the bright side of everything.”
Pinkie nodded and gave her daughter a hug. “Smiling helps. Is Crispin going to be in the wedding too?”
Sprinkle Icing leaned against her mom. “I’m not sure yet. Paradox hasn’t asked any pony to be his best pony. I hope it is Crispin.”
“Sprinkle… why didn’t you tell me that you liked him? I’m good at keeping secrets.” Pinkie Pie smiled.
Sprinkle smiled and looked away. “I only thought he liked me because I made cookies.”
Pinkie looked at her. “You are more than cookies to that stallion.” She beeped her on the muzzle. “Now come on Sprinkle, help me put icing on the cake. Then we’ll talk about the wedding and what sort of party we can throw for the bride.”