Wallowing? Never! [Open like an open thing.]
Snow Angel had to admit that baking really made her feel better. Despite the fact that her mother, Lavender Sugar, was better at it than she herself would ever be (likely thanks to being a unicorn), the scents of ginger and cinnamon and other spices just had a way of lifting her mood. It was something that most parts of being a weather pony really couldn't compare with.
Except for making snow and actually scattering the flakes across Equestria. The crispness of the air and the pending change from Fall to Winter had Snow more than a little excited. Her mother rapped her gently on the flank with a horn, and then grinned at her daughter.
"Daydreaming again? Your cupcake order is just about ready to go out, do you want to do the delivery, or leave it up to me with the cart?"
Snow Angel smiled sheepishly at her mother, ducking her head and dancing in place.
"Sorry, Mom. No, I'll do it, the apple gingerbread are sort of my signature anyway. You know, are you ever gonna think about opening up a real storefront? I bet you could actually do some serious business, you know."
The unicorn mare just scoffed gently. "I have plenty of things to keep me busy here, along with your father, as you well know." She kept busy, using her magic to put the boxes of cupcakes into a pair of baskets, then lifting the entire thing on to Snow Angel's back snugly. Her daughter lifted her wings to make sure it all settled right.
"All right, I'd better go before Dad comes around looking for me," Snow said, trotting towards the door. "I'll be back in a bit!"
[OOC: Feel free to have your pony run into Snow wherever!]
Except for making snow and actually scattering the flakes across Equestria. The crispness of the air and the pending change from Fall to Winter had Snow more than a little excited. Her mother rapped her gently on the flank with a horn, and then grinned at her daughter.
"Daydreaming again? Your cupcake order is just about ready to go out, do you want to do the delivery, or leave it up to me with the cart?"
Snow Angel smiled sheepishly at her mother, ducking her head and dancing in place.
"Sorry, Mom. No, I'll do it, the apple gingerbread are sort of my signature anyway. You know, are you ever gonna think about opening up a real storefront? I bet you could actually do some serious business, you know."
The unicorn mare just scoffed gently. "I have plenty of things to keep me busy here, along with your father, as you well know." She kept busy, using her magic to put the boxes of cupcakes into a pair of baskets, then lifting the entire thing on to Snow Angel's back snugly. Her daughter lifted her wings to make sure it all settled right.
"All right, I'd better go before Dad comes around looking for me," Snow said, trotting towards the door. "I'll be back in a bit!"
[OOC: Feel free to have your pony run into Snow wherever!]