“I’m not a gypsy, your highness. Whatever that is. I think Pinkie may be one, though.” I then ate the rope that was binding me. “Also we changelings know how to use ovens because the Queen demands that we know how to cook a cake whenever she declares it’s her birthday… That’s a lie, cooking cake might bring happiness, which is illegal. No, the cafe I worked at taught me how to use an oven, and following instructions isn’t too hard. You also didn’t even turn the oven on, your highness, you turned the stove on and started cooking cake on it, without any oil to boot.” Stupid, stupid ponies. “Can I go now? You two have a cake to go through, and I have to find a certain, pink alicorn-”