Mist Threader weaved her way through the cloisters of ponies, swinging left and right to avoid a hoof or wing to the face as patrons waved around their appendages in delight for their desserts. "Mr. and Mrs. Cake must have outdone themselves this time", she muttered as she got closer to the cake displays and the cashier. One thing she was certain of though, it smelled heavenly in here, the scent of cinnamon and frost hanging in the air. Licking her lips instinctively, she inched towards the promised sweets, only to bump into someone. 'Yeeep"