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The little earth phony filly had left her family’s house that morning to pick up some special rolls her mom had ordered (you can’t bake EVERYTHING yourself, y’know!) from a phony she’d never met before. Finding Sweet Bread and paying her for the savory goods was easy enough, and the purple phony with the insane amount of hair was lovely and kind. The transaction went smoothly, and it seemed that Bohemian Rhapsody would actually be getting home reasonably soon! Rolls in her saddlebag, she was ready to head out the door.

But then the unicorn had used magic to lift something and that was the end of that. Boho’s mom was an earth phony. So was her dad, which meant that all four of her siblings were, too. All three of her older half-siblings were earth phonies, and while her older half-sister had married a unicorn, Boho didn’t really know her that well. She hadn’t gotten to meet her new cousins yet, but even then, only two of them were unicorns. What this boiled down to was a little filly who knew next to nothing about magic. And right now, she’d just contracted a serious case of horn envy, which manifested in the form of dozens and dozens of questions peppered at the unicorn. ”MAGIC that’s so COOL how did you learn how to do that did your dad teach you what all can you do can I hang out for a while and watch you do magic oh please oh please oh please?”

The little filly smiled sweetly at the older phony. Smiles AND remembering to say please? There was no way she could refuse!

"My dad's taught me about singing and romance and making weird drink mixes, but nothing so cool as MAGIC!" The filly hoisted herself up onto a chair in the waiting area and watched Sweet Bread work. To her, even the most basic levitation spell was about as awesome as a spell could be. Imagine all she could do if she didn't have to rely on her hooves for everything! "I wish I could do floaty magic. You're so lucky!" The filly took a deep breath and watched silently for a while as the baker went about her business. Finally, she opened up her mouth again and asked as another customer walked into the bakery "So what's your favorite thing to do with magic?"

"That's so NEAT! If I could do that, I bet my dad would let me play with matches again, if I could use magic to make sure that neither I nor the couch gets burned." Bohemian Raspberry watched the customer leave with a happy look on his face. "I like to paint! And sing! And build things! Mostly I like to make stuff, though. Like, I like to take things that are nothing- a jar of paint's just colored liquid, and clay's just squishy stuff- and make something real and cool out of them. Kinda how you take baking stuff and turn it into delicious stuff, I guess! Did you bake stuff for your parents when you were little? I make stuff for mine all the time, and my dad and mom put it on the fridge! Except for the time I painted the fridge. Then they kinda got mad at me and told me that paint was not for brand-new appliances. But if it was brand-new, how come it was just boring and plain? That's what I wanted to know." The filly's mile-a-minute style of speech was hardly slowed by another influx of customers into the bakery- a happy-looking couple, possibly in need of a wedding cake or something of that nature.

"Rosewrite, huh? I'm Bohemian Raspberry! Nice to meetcha!" The filly stuck out a hoof to the little earth colt who looked like he could fit into her own family, what with all the pink. He was an earth phony, like her, and she wondered what all he was learning from his mom. After all, she was a unicorn and couldn't teach him magic. What kind of gifts could you share with somebody who didn't have the same abilities as you? She didn't say anything about that, though; she thought it might be kinda rude. She also kept her mouth shut about wanting to play with his hair; it was so long, compared to the choppy faux-hawk she kept hers cut in. Instead, she asked him about the bakery. "So what do you do around here? Do you bake like your mom?"

The pink filly blushed- which was pretty much invisible, due to her pink coat. She did like her name, and as she shook the colt's hoof, she thought a bit about how lucky they both were in the fact that they had cool parents who didn't name them things like Moldy Apple or Funny Smell. "Thanks! Rosewrite's a cool name too, especially if writing's what you do. It's neat that you can still help out around here, even though you don't bake. I'll bet you can track down a lot of neat recipes- do you ever make up your own?" Bohemian Raspberry had never once considered the research elements that went into baking, but the more she learned, the more she was beginning to realize that if you were generous with your talents, you could find a way to fit in anywhere!

So when his mom came back over and asked for help, and the little filly was more than eager to see how her talents could fit in at a place like this. "Ooh! I'll help!" Boho squeaked. "What do you need done?"

"Neat! squeaked the filly as she thought about how much she liked carrot cake. Bohemian Raspberry followed the colt behind the counter and watched as the mother and son worked together. Even though their talents weren't the same, they shared what they could do to be the best phonies they could be, and to help others get the most out of life. It was really important to help others and be generous with your time and talent! Smiling, she helped gather ingredients and hold bowls and anything else that was necessary to facilitate the baking of a cake. She knew already that this one would be particularly amazing because they'd worked together and let her help!

"I'll have to check with my mom, but this has been a lot of fun!" Impulsively, she hugged the unicorn mare. "Thanks for letting me help out! See you later, Rosewrite!"

Rolls in her saddlebag, she trotted off for home.