Sweet Surrender stared at the flyer. Cupcake. Delivery. The two most beautiful words in the English language.
He... um... still lived with his mom, so she usually made sweets for him, but she was out with dad today. TACO had said something about it involving public getting down. His dad suggested he try it someday if he ever becomes man enough to to get a girlfriend like his siblings all did. TACO was very concerned about if his kids were getting lucky or not, as he so lovingly put it. Sweet Surrender thought it was really strange how much his dad cared about his bedroom life... or rather lack there of.
But, with the two of them gone, that meant that there was no one around to bake for him. He could try doing it, but he had leaned that he wasn't exactly good at anything other than being the best there was a being bad at everything. It was a mouthful to say, and really hard to explain to the other Phonies what exactly his purpose was.
Sweet Surrender picked up the phone and dialed. A mare answered, and he placed his order. "Hello, I'd like for you to deliver one dozen strawberry cupcakes to my pare-- my house. And if it's not too much of a bother, could you please put extra sprinkles on top? Thank you."
He hung up the phone, and he was sweating. What a loser. Even something as basic as making a phone call was stressful to him.
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