“You’re right, sweetie, it’s not a phase. I saw you bake your friend into a cupcake, and tempted as I am to get the police involved, I’m pretty sure you’ll just bake THEM into cupcakes too…and I also don’t want production of your new kind of confectionries to end. Just…try not to do anything to Maud, Marble, or Limestone, alright, sweetie?”
“Mom, I won’t bake my sisters into cupcakes, I’m not THAT deranged.”
“Nor will you feed them the, um, ‘meaty’ ones?”
“No, Mom, I won’t.”
“Good. Now, I’m going to go out to the hardware store to get some more locks to install on both the door to my room and the door to yours. If you could make your mama some special “Cloudy Quartz” cupcakes while I’m out, it would be much appreciated. I suggest you use your friend Applejack for those. She’s a farmgirl just like us, and she’ll give the cupcake a nice apple-flavored touch to it!”