How ironic it is that I wrote this chapter on an empty stomach… seriously, throw some food at the screen. Maybe some Digimon magic'll happen and it'll pop out of my screen…


Luan hummed to herself as she and Lynn Sr. dropped a boatload of ingredients of the kitchen counter. Eggs, milk, butter, icing… the whole shebang. And of course, on her right hand side, there were bowls and pans and all manner of utensil for cooking.

"Everything I need for a cake," Luan said to herself with a beam.

Why was Luan busily making a cake? Well, today was Luan and Maggie's one year anniversary of entering their relationship. They had almost decided to celebrate it for a whole week, but decided one day was more than enough for their Luaggiversary.

"Geddit?" Luan asked when she first gave it that name, and Maggie let out an annoyed groan.

So, with some advice on baking from her father, Luan set out to make her anniversary cake. "Are you sure you don't want any help, honey?" the middle aged man asked.

"I'm sure," the jokey girl answered with confidence, "You can go help someone else, thanks."

"Are… are you sure?" Lynn Sr. said, a bead of sweat descending from his brow.

"Yes, I am. I don't need your help-"

"You hear that, Dad?" Lynn Jr. called as she entered the kitchen and grabbed her father by his sleeve, "Now you can help me out with my bull-riding practice!"

"Oh, I see," Luan said apologetically as her father was dragged away by her athletic sister. Luan shrugged, though. Couldn't worry about that right now. She had a cake to bake.

"Alright, let's see…" Luan squinted at the recipe book for the cake. It was a chocolate cake; nothing too fancy or out there. "It'll be a piece of cake. Ha ha. Geddit?" she spun around to Lynn Sr, only to remember he was outside getting mauled by his junior counterpart.

"Well… since there's no one to groan… it'll also be as easy as pie," Luan chuckled, before picking up the mixing bowl and starting to work…


It was not as easy as pie…

Luan had left to the bathroom for a few seconds when she smelled the burning in the oven. "Oh, no, no, no," she repeated to herself as she rushed down the stairs, following a trail of smoke towards the oven. She coughed repeatedly as she tore the oven door open and pulled out the pan of batter (with gloves on, of course) and her worst suspicious were confirmed.

"Dang it," she said despondently as she looked down at piece of charcoal that she was holding. She sighed with disappointment as she placed it near an open window, allowing the black fumes to escape outside, "Now what? Do I even have enough time to make another one?"

She glanced outside. The sun was hovering above the horizon, and Luan snapped her fingers, gritting her teeth. Come on, Luan… think. What would Moe Howard do?

She dwelled on it for a moment, and the image of her smacking Lincoln on the back of his head came to mind. Well, that won't help. Seriously, are there any good solutions?

As luck would have it, her younger sister Lisa walked into the kitchen at that moment. The genius eyed her older sister, sweating and shaking, and she sighed. "It appears you are under a bit of stress, dear sister. May I ask why?"

"I wanted to make a cake for Maggie, but all I ended up with is a rock," Luan explained, "Could I… could I borrow your time machine to make sure this doesn't happen?"

"You most certainly cannot," Lisa said with indignation, "It's a dangerous tool. How about… instead, why not try a recipe you're familiar with? One you can finish quickly?"

"Like what?"

Lisa pressed a finger to her chin and hummed. "Perhaps… those banana cream pies you're so fond of?"

"You can eat those?" Luan weakly joked, and Lisa rolled her eyes.

Determination filled the young woman's soul as slammed a pie pan against the table. Her mouth stretched into a sick grin as she grabbed her ingredients again, ready to get back to work, when…

Ding Dong

"Who could that be?" Luan asked herself. She put down everything as she went to the door, and opened it without checking who it was.

"M-MAGGIE?!" Luan screamed as she saw her girlfriend in the doorway. "It's way too early for you to be here…"

Maggie walked into her home, and gave her a cool stare. "You don't own me," she muttered as she began inspecting the place. As many times as she had been here, she was still surprised at how such a place could hold so many people. Especially people like the little girl that just rushed by covered in dirt and mud, getting tracks everywhere.

"So… where's the cake you were making me?" Maggie asked teasingly. She expected Luan to repeat 'You were too earlier!' again, but was surprised when she seemed to slump over. "Uh… hey, what's wrong?" she asked with concern.

"I couldn't do it. I know I said I'd make an amazing cake for our Luaggiversary…"

Maggie scowled slightly at the term.

"… but I ended up burning the whole thing because… because I suck…"

Luan heaved a depressed breath again, but suddenly felt a comforting touch on her shoulder. She raised her head slightly to see Maggie beaming gently at her.

"You do suck, but… that's just how I like you," she said, "Come on, Luan. Make me whatever you want. I'll help, of course."

Luan grinned a little. "You will?"

"Course I will."

And she did. She helped Luan clean her pans and spoons and knives.

She helped Luan with cutting the bananas.

She helped Luan with throwing the ingredients together to make a decent pie crust.

She was even allowed to fill it up with cream, and Luan placed the banana slices on top.

At the end of it all, they looked on their creation with pride. "You know, this might be the best banana cream pie I ever made," Luan said.

"It does look good," Maggie said, licking her lips.

"Well, good because… IT'S ALL FOR YOU!" she cried as she slammed the pie in Maggie's face, "EAT, EAT, EAT!"

The tin pan slid of the emo's face, and she simply gave Luan the coldest glower she could muster.

"Sorry," Luan apologized as she shrugged her shoulders, "It was too good to resist. How about we just eat out tonight? My sister can drive us to the Oregano Garden…"

"I better get free breadsticks," Maggie muttered with a small smirk as she wiped some of the residue from her face…