"Good morning, Dashie~" Pinkie Pie greeted. "Dashie?" Pinkie Pie shook Dash's body gently. Rainbow Dash groaned. She looked at Pinkie Pie in annoyance before pulling her blanket up to her face while rolling to her right, away from the party pony.

"It's time to wake up, sleepy head. We've got a big day ahead of us!" Pinkie chimed. "W-What do you mean?"

"We've gotta start cooking, silly!"

"Cooking?! Pinkie, I thought you said no more cupcakes!" Dash scolded. "I did, Dashie. Today we're making all kinds of other deserts. Maybe we could even make our own desert or something."

"Do we really have to do this? Dash groaned. "N-Not if you don't want to...but it would be nice if you could," Pinkie answered, with slight sadness in her tone. Dash hesitated, gazing at Pinkie's hopeful expression. "Fine," she sighed, getting out of bed. "I'm gonna go get ready," she stood up, heading to the bathing room. She shut the door, locking it.

After getting ready she wrapped her mane in a towel. She got out to be greeted by an excited Pinkie Pie who gazed upon her with large eyes.

"Aww...you look so cute like that, Dashie!" she squealed, lightly. "C-Cute?!" Dash cringed, pulling off the towel immediately. "I'm not cute," Dash denied, with slight anger in her tone.

"Yes, you are~" Pinkie said in a sing-song voice. "No I'm not!" she shouted out. "Aww, this only makes you cuter!"

"W-What!? Why would you even think I'm cute in the first place?!" Dash asked. "Eh, I don't know. Because of...well..everything I guess!" Pinkie shrugged. "That doesn't even make sense, Pinkie," Rainbow Dash said. "Well, it doesn't have to!" Pinkie beamed.

"Now, let's go! If we keep staying here, we'lll neeeeeever be able to start our fun day!" Pinkie giggled before dragging her friend to the kitchen.

"So, what are we making today, Pinks?" Dash asked once taking a few steps into the kitchen. "Whatever you want, Dashie! That and some mousse, jello, creme brulee, pie, donuts, eclairs, cream puffs, cookies, ice cream, pretzels, pudding, brownies, caramel apples, tarts, shortca-" Pinkie went on and on, only to be interrupted. "Seriously? That's waaay too many. We can't make all of those in one day!" Rainbow Dash said. "Duh! That's why we're gonna spend our whooole week making these treats!"

"What!?" Dash bellowed. "What's wrong?" Pinkie asked with concern. "I mean, a week is a lot of days. Could you...umm... y'know..." Dash trailed off. "Like not make some of the treats or something? I'm kinda busy," she continued. "Oh...I guess it's...okay," Pinkie said with disappointedness. "Pinkie, are you sure? You seem kinda down..."

"It's just I planned to make so many treats with you. We were gonna have a blast. But I guess...you're busy and stuff," Pinkie said, devastated. "No, Pinkie. It's fine. I'm sure I could make time for you!"

"Really Dashie? A-Are you sure? I don't want to upset you..."

"Yeah, I'm sure! As long as I'm with you, then I'll have a blast!" Rainbow said, cheering the party pony up. "Aww...thanks, Dashie! Why don't we start then? I don't want to waste another second!"

They spent the next few days making all kinds of treats. It was rather fun to both of them. They often talked, sometimes even sing random songs, while making the delicacies . They, even if they tried their hardest, couldn't help but get into a few thrilling food fights every now and then. It certainly was a good way to bond with each other and Rainbow seemed to have gotten closer to the pink mare.

However, as they were making some caramel apples, a thought crossed the pegasus' mind. It was a thought that drove all the fun and happiness away. A thought that was nearly impossible to get rid off once she had it in mind.

'Applejack.'