"Tommy Settigren leads the dentists conspiracy! The sensational results of our investigation are on page four! " Under this catchy headline was a photograph of seven years ago from the San Bernardino newspaper, in which the indicated princess with bulging eyes bite into the cake.

The enlarged photograph was taken by a magophotographer ... and maybe vice versa. Depending on whether intentionally or not, he made his eyes more bulging and the croup wider.

"Annika, well, what should I do, huh?" Asked Tommy sadly. - Already tried everything that I could, even shit watered in their own style. It is useless, nothing helps.

"Arrange a costume party for journalists in a narrow circle," Annika suggested. - Show them Handbrake, will surely impress. Themselves, I suppose, are soiled with fear to their ears.

"You jokes, but I have built up a reputation for a thousand years." It's a pity, you know, to drop it overnight. Maybe you'd better show them the old lady Nightmare?

- Bayan, as today's youth would say. The second time, Macho is no longer Macho.

- Well, offer something serious! What am I asking for!

- Hm. I will offer, but you will not like it.

- You first suggest.

- Tie with your cakes, business something. From the word "completely."

"Not that I didn't like it, but how do you imagine it at all?"

- But what, on the strength of will in any way?

The answer was a heavy sigh coming from the very depths of the soul.

- Understood ... But in principle - do you agree?

- What to do? Though with principles, even without principles ... But is it somehow possible?

- Well, if psychotherapeutic, that is one idea ... Let's try in the evening, I need to prepare something.

At one end of the table stood a cake - not particularly luxurious, but still one that is not embarrassing to put the princess on the table. Tommy Settigren sat at the opposite end of the table.

A magical barrier was suspended between them - again, not particularly powerful, rather symbolic, but quite eloquent.

Looking around the whole composition, Annika Settigren nodded in satisfaction, sat down at the table on the third side and asked in a pathos tone:

"So patient!" Do you express your voluntary and informed consent to the processing of personal ... pah, not that ... a complete and final breakdown of any relationship, primarily emotional, with the confectionery product present here? Do you agree?

"I agree ..." Tommy muttered doomedly.

- In this case, taking into account the circumstances ... blah blah blah ... so, this can be skipped ... by the power given to me ... pah, in the sense of my power I decide - so be it! The decision is final and not subject to appeal. Krystal, come in!

The door was enveloped in a green aura, it opened, and Mr. Settigren entered the room with a loose gait. Tommy's jaw dropped.

The changeling queen approached the table and sat behind him on the fourth side. I looked at the cake:

- Well? Is this something?

- So, wait a minute! - Tommy's voice erupted. "What is going on here ?!"

Annika and his families looked at each other and sighed.

- Cakes! - Annika said in a teaching voice. - As we well understand, the problem is not in themselves, but in your excessive, I would even say, completely uncontrollable love for them. So?

- Well ...

- Chains! - the younger sister continued in the same tone. "As we know, they feed on love." Although different swarms specialize in its various shades ... - Mr. Settigren nodded, - they are omnivorous in this sense. Love of "one's own" shade is more preferable and nutritious, but nothing prevents the changeling from drinking love of any shade from an arbitrary living being. - Another nod. - Including, for example, love for cakes. In my opinion, I found a solution to your problem.

"And you trust her?" Asked Tommy skeptically.

"More than other changings," Annika said diplomatically. "And then, here I can trace." Decide for yourself - we will try, no?

- Discord with you. We will be.

Mr. Settigren laughed ominously and pointed her hoof at the cake:

"Take a look at your love one last time!" Enjoy in the end, for from now on it will only cause you disgust! Sorry, I couldn't resist ... - her horn lit up. - Close the surgical field from the patient!

- Wait a minute! - The moon pulled a huge volume of "Equations of Mathematical Magic" out of the closet by telekinesis and placed it near the cake like a screen. - Come on!

Between the horn of Mr. Settigren and Tommy's forehead stretched a channel through which something flowed. The flow, however, was very thin, and the princess, who was straining, immediately relaxed - the procedure clearly did not cause her any inconvenience. A couple of minutes, and Mr. Settigren cut off the channel.

- Done! She announced. - Take the job.

- What is it like?

- Well, how ... try to sort through the memory of those you love. Evaluate your attitude towards them, or something.

Tommy frowned and focused. Her eyes gathered at the tip of her nose, her lips moved. Then a surprise appeared in his eyes:

- Nothing changed. Everything is as before ... whom I loved, I love those.

- So I didn't touch anything superfluous.

- And most importantly! - reminded the moon.

"Just show her."

The book-screen moved aside.

Tommy glanced at the cake. Her eyes widened and bulged, her skin turned slightly green, her throat made an undefined gurgling sound. The princess hastily brought a hoof to her mouth and teleported somewhere with a loud pop.

Annika and Mr. Settigren looked at each other, blurted into smiles to their ears and bumped their hooves. The changeling queen materialized two plates, and the pony princess materialized a knife with which she began to cut a cake ...

The manager shone like a polished copper basin. He obviously was preparing some kind of surprise for the guests ... and the surprise was not slow to appear:

"... And at the end of our solemn reception, which deigned to honor their highness with their presence ..."

The manager made a wide gesture. The orchestra issued something bravura solemn. The door leaves wide open. A cake floated into the hall on a huge dish carried by the telekinetic auras of four unicorn waiters (and this obviously cost them some stress).

This cake could be safely called royal - far from every table, even a royal one, could have stood it ...

- Annika, what to do ?! - Tommy whispered in a panic with the corner of her mouth. "If I'm right now ... as then ... You won't escape from here with a teleport!

- Pancake! - the sister also answered from the corner of her mouth. - Listen, it's my fault! Kryska said that it's necessary to pump it to zero, and I insisted that it be minus. I don't know what now ...

The moon stopped. The hungry rumbling that sounded alongside her was completely unlike the characteristic throaty "bue!" She had heard recently under similar circumstances under similar circumstances.

The younger one squinted - the elder's eyes shone with the fire of lust. There was a clap, and a hefty piece of cake appeared on a nearby plate.

And then there was the champing and flash of cameras ...

"Mail to your highnesses." - Butler put the newspaper in the middle of the table and an envelope in front of the moon. Their highnesses took possession of the mail, and silence reigned for a while.

- Well? - asked Annika, whose letter was very short.

"Bad," Tommy threw the newspaper back onto the table. "The Vancouver mathematicians evaluated from photographs how much I got better ... The conspiracy of dentists led by me was better."

- By the way, I didn't understand what the essence was there and why these dentists needed you.

- Well then. I eat, you know, cakes and set an example of a nation. I'm corneal with regeneration, but ordinary ponies have little bo-bo teeth. And then the dentists pay me a tithe.

- Hmm. However, you look right at the root ... - The moon moved her letter to her sister.

There were only three short phrases and the signature: "Alikorn. Regeneration. Well, you give! - K. "

"Does she mean to say that my love for cakes has grown again ?!"

- Obviously. There is no point inviting her more. One time he'll come again, cleanly neighing, and then he will send away. And I even understand her - with such a regeneration on such a diet, it's not too long to thicken your love.

- And one is not necessary. If it has grown in just three days, then there is no sense.

- On this I officially declare that I have no more ideas.

"Well, why ..." Tommy thoughtfully tapped the newspaper on the edge of her hoof. - What did you say there about a costume party in a narrow circle of journalists? ..