"Sorry dear, but that'll always be my job," Chrysalis said as she walked into the room from the kitchen, a playful smile on her face. She was wearing a frilly green apron that really shouldn't have worked on an equine body, but was set so that it would travel between her legs, clinging to her barrel, and somehow did a good job of emphasizing her flanks, a fact you had to bite your tongue about around the little ones.