05-27-2017, 03:40 PM
Sylvia cracked open the door for the cake shop. She assumed it was open, even though the sign was half eaten and only read “OP” now.
The shop was called “The Usagi Sisters Baking Copany,” it was owned by these three rabbit creatures. The exact term for their species was “Mimiga,” and the only real feature that separated them from the many other rabbit species in Ambrosia, were their ears were droopy all the time. Considering there were already the crossing rabbits, the Zootopia rabbits, some of the moogles look rabbit-like, it was hard to keep them all straight sometimes.
As she crossed the portal into the shop, she saw two of the rabbits at their cooking stations in the back, all working on some sort of absurd dish. They didn’t even notice Sylvia has she walked in. What caught her attention the most was that one of the mimigas was suspended in the middle of the room by a rope while the she played the flute. The tune sounded like something out of a lullaby. Below her was a transparent bowl full of some strange rainbow colored substance.
She recognized the suspended mimiga as the sister Plum through her plaid purple frilly dress. The other two were named Limabean and Strawberry and the colors of their almost matching dresses reflected that.
After finishing the final notes of “Rock-a-bye-baby,” Plum pulled out her wand from the front of her apron and pointed it at herself. With a wave of sparkles, the rope undoes itself and she floated gently down to the ground. She slowly picked up the bowl and snuck towards the fridge where she placed it inside and shut it behind.
The purple clad rabbit wiped away a bead of sweat before noticed the human in her midst.
“Ah, Sylvia! It’s been forever!” Plum cried out gleefully.
It was now the other two mimigas looked over their shoulders for a moment to notice the second and command. They did not get up there, instead went back to their work. Limabean was slowly measuring out sugar by the grain, while the other was separating an egg bigger than herself in some sort of contraption.
“Yes, it has.” Started Sylvia, reverting her attention to the purple clad rabbit. “I was coming here to order a cake for Sylvia’s birthday party, but it appears you’re already on it.”
“Yeah, Pinkie Pie told us about it around 2 hours ago. We’ve been working on it ever since.”
“Two hours?” Sylvia replied, somewhat aghast. “Guu only gave the order like 30 minutes ago!”
“Yeah, she bust in here saying something about her knees being pinchy at the same time her tail was making sporadic circles, and somehow that relates to a giant party happening tomorrow.”
“That Pinkie Pie is surely a puzzle...” Sylvia said under her breath.
“Anyways, we’re working on the zap apple buttercream for tomorrow’s cake!” She said excitedly.
“Oh yeah, I was wondering what that was you were doing.”
“Oh!” She exclaimed excitedly. “I was singing it to sleep!”
“The cream needs to sleep?”
“The jam. This is when it’s still just jam.”
“The zap apple jam needs to sleep?”
“Yep, I mean it responds like it’s asleep despite it not being alive in anyway. It needs to remain in that state for 3 hours in the fridge or the cream won’t rise when we finally put everything together!”
Sylvia just stares dumbfounded, before Plum noticed her reaction and adds:
‘’Zap apples are a magic based fruit, it’s just funny that way.”
The shop was called “The Usagi Sisters Baking Copany,” it was owned by these three rabbit creatures. The exact term for their species was “Mimiga,” and the only real feature that separated them from the many other rabbit species in Ambrosia, were their ears were droopy all the time. Considering there were already the crossing rabbits, the Zootopia rabbits, some of the moogles look rabbit-like, it was hard to keep them all straight sometimes.
As she crossed the portal into the shop, she saw two of the rabbits at their cooking stations in the back, all working on some sort of absurd dish. They didn’t even notice Sylvia has she walked in. What caught her attention the most was that one of the mimigas was suspended in the middle of the room by a rope while the she played the flute. The tune sounded like something out of a lullaby. Below her was a transparent bowl full of some strange rainbow colored substance.
She recognized the suspended mimiga as the sister Plum through her plaid purple frilly dress. The other two were named Limabean and Strawberry and the colors of their almost matching dresses reflected that.
After finishing the final notes of “Rock-a-bye-baby,” Plum pulled out her wand from the front of her apron and pointed it at herself. With a wave of sparkles, the rope undoes itself and she floated gently down to the ground. She slowly picked up the bowl and snuck towards the fridge where she placed it inside and shut it behind.
The purple clad rabbit wiped away a bead of sweat before noticed the human in her midst.
“Ah, Sylvia! It’s been forever!” Plum cried out gleefully.
It was now the other two mimigas looked over their shoulders for a moment to notice the second and command. They did not get up there, instead went back to their work. Limabean was slowly measuring out sugar by the grain, while the other was separating an egg bigger than herself in some sort of contraption.
“Yes, it has.” Started Sylvia, reverting her attention to the purple clad rabbit. “I was coming here to order a cake for Sylvia’s birthday party, but it appears you’re already on it.”
“Yeah, Pinkie Pie told us about it around 2 hours ago. We’ve been working on it ever since.”
“Two hours?” Sylvia replied, somewhat aghast. “Guu only gave the order like 30 minutes ago!”
“Yeah, she bust in here saying something about her knees being pinchy at the same time her tail was making sporadic circles, and somehow that relates to a giant party happening tomorrow.”
“That Pinkie Pie is surely a puzzle...” Sylvia said under her breath.
“Anyways, we’re working on the zap apple buttercream for tomorrow’s cake!” She said excitedly.
“Oh yeah, I was wondering what that was you were doing.”
“Oh!” She exclaimed excitedly. “I was singing it to sleep!”
“The cream needs to sleep?”
“The jam. This is when it’s still just jam.”
“The zap apple jam needs to sleep?”
“Yep, I mean it responds like it’s asleep despite it not being alive in anyway. It needs to remain in that state for 3 hours in the fridge or the cream won’t rise when we finally put everything together!”
Sylvia just stares dumbfounded, before Plum noticed her reaction and adds:
‘’Zap apples are a magic based fruit, it’s just funny that way.”
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