A/N: Hello all! Another pointless and somewhat plotless story from the depths of my personal archives. I've been reading so many one-shot stories lately; I just had to write one for myself. Reviews are appreciated; let me know what you think.

Disclaimer: I do not own any characters in this story. Just the plot, or lack-thereof.

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A Recipe for Cake

Link peered over Zelda's shoulder.

"What's that supposed to be?" he asked warily, prodding the contents of a large blue porcelain bowl. Zelda swatted his hand away.

"A cake," she replied somewhat indignantly. Link eyed the bowl.

"Really?" When Zelda turned towards him with a death glare he quickly rephrased his question. "Why are you making a cake?"

"I found a recipe in the library and wanted to try it." Link looked down at the sheaf of parchment on the table beside them. It was yellowed with age and had numerous dark stains on it.

"Exactly how old is that thing?"

"I don't know, pretty old I guess." Link glanced down the list of ingredients, all written in the old Hylian runic alphabet.

"Powdered frog spleen?" he asked incredulously.

"Well obviously some of the ingredients will be a little out of date, but I just substituted it for ground toad liver." Link blanched.

"Are you sure this is a cake?"

"Yes," she answered haughtily as she added some onions to the bowl. Link shrugged and shuffled over to the other side of the table to watch her.

After placing the lump of… stuff in the oven, she pulled up a chair and sat down next to Link to wait. According to the recipe it would only take about half an hour to bake.

When said time was up, Zelda pulled out the cake, which had gone from a tan color to a dark brown. A strong spicy odor filled the air.

"What is that, a chocolate spice cake?" Link asked as he examined the cake. Then, deciding it was relatively safe he poked it gingerly.

Immediately the object deflated.

Zelda, flustered and extremely confused by this characteristic, snatched up the recipe and skimmed through it.

"I can't understand what went wrong!" Link prodded the cake again, grinning amusedly.

"So, who were you planning on feeding this to?" he asked, then ducked to avoid the princess's fist.

"I'd like to see you make a cake, while translating half readable runes!" This gave Link an idea. Picking up the recipe again, he glanced at the title, which was partially faded from years of sitting on a dusty shelf.

After a moment he looked up at the princess who was glumly stabbing her cake with a knife.

"Zel?"

"Yes?"

"You translated it wrong. That's not a cake."

"Well, what is it then?" she snapped.

"Meat loaf."