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"Im thinking i'm going with the cobbler. Boring ice cream seems like way too much of a trap." He shook his head slightly. "Last thing I want is the ice cream to be some deadly poison disguised as a treat."

At least the cobbler would taste better if it was deadly.

Grinning at his friend he headed over toward the dish. It took some climbing, thanks to a near by spoon and some sugar cubes, but he made it up so he could take a bit. "Hey ... this one's tasty."



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He climbed up over the edge of the cobbler, balancing carefully before sliding down until he was level with a bit of crumbling topping about his height. He walked around it, slipping on a bit of the peach goop before tearing off a piece of the fruit. He closed his eyes... And took a bite.

Growing was painless, at least, and he found it a relief to be of average size again.... Well, average for himself, still rather small compared to the cobbler. Worse things could happen. "I ate paste once. Not like most kids in preschool or kindergarten. I was probably in fifth grade and I'd never tried it before. So I did. I think this tastes better than the paste."





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He settled his had back on his head before looking back at the other. "Doesn't taste nearly as good as getting to snug the pretty blond quarter back of the football team under the bleachers while his girlfriend prattles away about shoes above your head"

Realizing what he said his hands immediately snapped over his mouth, eyes wide. At least his hands stopped whatever else he'd been about to stay which just came out as a squeak between his fingers.

Feral was grumpy in hot pink, sitting at the table in one of the miscellaneous chairs while eyeing at the next dessert. He should have known better now to not eat more, but the Gryphon can't fight against his stomach still and saw that maybe the honey tart would be good to eat. He grabbed the dessert, seeing that the pink is now gone from his clothes which is relief and he took a bite of it. It was very sticky sweet that he fears his teeth will be stuck together. His body was feeling weird now, and his eye widen in fear of what is going to happen as he had shrunk and also . . . furry. He looked down and saw that he looked like the Diamond March Hare! "Well . . . it's not so bad . . ." He was sitting on the table and looked around at the others, hopping away for he doesn't want to be hugged or cuddled by anyone.

3/5

She didn't intend to be a minipet for long, and hopped around the large table in search of more food that could reverse this.

the Vanilla split was looking pretty good, so she literally jumped into it. About three seconds later the gryhpon emerged, covered in chocolate, ice cream and sprinkles, and also extreme afraid for Blackheart's wellbeing.

She had to go find him stat!

Desserts: 5/5

After the macaroons, WhiteWind was immensely suspicious of any further foods. Especially foods much larger than she.

But at the same time, it was hard to not be curious at the giant pile of what appeared to be eye-scream. It would be a crime not to at least try it. It was familiar, and in this topsy-turvy world that accounted for a lot.

Although she frowned, as the possibility of this experience being so bad it might taint forever that special memory. She waffled back and forth, circling around the giant mountain several times before finally shrugging, and dipping a finger in for a taste.

Huh. Not half bad, she thought licking her finger clean. Not half bad at all. The great thing about a white cloak meant that no one would see the stains, so she scooped up some more devoured it quickly, meticulously wiping her hands on the cloak.

She felt, a lot better actually. Why was she intimidated by this piddly little pile of ice cream? SHE WAS THE WHITEWIND AND A DESTROYER OF WORLDS. Teh noobz cowered be4 her! Clearly, she needed a better vantage point to survey her domain and plot her conquest. So she took a running leap and hopped on, attempting to scale the thing.

It was messy and slipper but she was TEH BOMB and therefore triumphed as she was meant to.

Somehow, the cherry was a lot more impressive from the ground level.

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Calming down a little from the manic rush of power, Bronze investigated the table, explore in a little more in depth before selecting another thing to sample. He used a napkin and a little warm tea to wash off some ice cream and crumbs out of his fur before approaching the plate of cake pops. It took awhile to clamber up the plate and attack the hard crust. When he finally broke through, he almost fell in completely into the rich batter. Sputtering, Bronze pulled back his hand and licked it clean. "Ooh, chocolate... my favorite," he gloated, sitting down to enjoy the feast. After a moment, he noticed something strange- he couldn't SEE himself. Holding his hand up, he could see wavery outlines that faded away. As he reached to rub his eyes to be sure it wasn't just an illusion, he poked himself in the nose, not quite able to tell where his claws were going."Ow-wow!" He grinned, fairly pleased with this effect, though he had no real need to use it for anything.

Hopping around, Feral had ran into a giant cherry jello dessert head first for he doesn't know how to stop himself. He wiggled in the wiggly jello just until he had finally popped out of it and landed on his puffy tail. Feral had ate some of the jello and swallowed it down while he cleaned his face up from any little pieces. His bright round eyes were widen in utter horror at what he saw . . . trees. It was the damn trees! They were here now but how could that be possible?! They were rooted to the ground over at the woods? Right now he is a frighten little puff ball as he wanted to get away from them . . . after a couple more bites.

4/5