Pinkie was wearing a coconut bra to class today.
Oh, also, she had at some point grown herself a unicorn horn and a pair of wings. But, seriously, coconut bra.
She wasn't even wearing a grass skirt with it or anything. Just the bra.
Sorry, kids.
"Hi everypony! Hope you're ready for another rip-roaring baking class with your bestest teacher pal Princess Pinkie Pie!"
Oh, yeah, she was a princess, now. She can actually, literally shoot glitter at you from that horn. You have been warned.
"Unfortunately, your other bestest teacher pal Derek can't be here today. Werewolf emergency. I blame Puppy Joe. But that doesn't mean we can't have fun!" That little squirt of glitter from her horn might've been involuntary. Maybe. She cranked up a record on her quaintly old-timey gramophone and started
dancing along. "Today, we're making Key Lime Pie! Just 'cause it's all cold and snowy out --" seriously, if the human world just had pegasi, winter wouldn't have any trouble getting wrapped up "-- doesn't mean we can't have some warm happy islandy fun!"
Or have a lime fight. Pinkie would accept a lime fight, as well.