The kitchen is a mysterious place to me. And I’m not supposed to bother Bon-Bon while she’s cooking. So I don’t know if she’s baking or what.

Bon-Bon has what is known in the professional world as ‘good taste’. I don’t have that. I eat whatever she makes, but I don’t think I really find the subtle nuances that she gets. So I don’t really have a favorite dish, I don’t guess.

She gets me tortilla chips from the grocers. I love tortilla chips.

You can’t really hug me through the ponynet, brony. Unless you want to do that whole asterisks thing, but that’s not really the same.