Candy blushed at being likened to a god. While phonies themselves didn't come programmed with an inherent religion, some decided to pick up certain ones of their own accord. Candy was not one of those; she didn't see any reason to. But even with that, being likened to the greats in Mooncake's books, to someone who can create a world, made her a little uncomfortable.

"Oh nonono!" she said, waving her hooves back and forth, but looking at the page nonetheless. "I could never be the same as them!" She stared at the illustration.

"They make things that are permanent. Like the earth, and the sky. I make cupcakes. And if any of the foals in town would have a say, they wouldn't last the afternoon." She giggled.


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