I know most of us here are a bit too young to have experienced a proper soda fountain chocolate malt with a paper straw, but the evocative Norman Rockwell-esque image endures and fills us with nostalgia nonetheless. If only I could drink a cupcake.
Fluttershy looks downright sleepy nestled in a ring of cherries and pretty pinkness. Lulled to sleep by the sugary sweetness and overwhelming excitement of a birthday party. I understand, pony. I've been there.
Hey bird! Why are you sleeping on my cake? I mean, you coordinate with it quite well and all but this isn't a nest, it's a dessert! You can't sleep here, you just can't. You're welcome to come to the party, just stay off the food okay?