So even I bucked up. You see, Celestia and Luna tied me up, and on the kitchen counter, was a three layered ice cream cake. Luna was sitting there, pouting, while Celestia had a similar expression. “Explain your witchcraft, changeling. How do you, a creature that hails from a race that doesn’t even eat food, know how to use an oven better than we can?” Luna shouted. I tilted my head, because I also can’t respond; they put tape over my mouth too. I slid my tongue out from the side of my mouth, before it slithered over the tape, and I ate it.