A tale of fruit tarts

Once upon a time, in the glorious kingdom of Stanfordia, there was a not-so-little-but-not-very-old-either girl named Cynthia.  Cynthia loved dessert, and fruit tarts happened to be the one dessert around which she would consistently display a near-complete lack of self-control.  She could never, ever, ever say no to a good fruit tart (and she had sampled enough that she could tell by sight alone whether a fruit tart facing her was good or not).

One Saturday afternoon, Cynthia rode her trusty steed Corolla to the Citadel of Braun for a chamber music concert.  After the concert, she was about to gallop back to the homestead when the Good Fairy Elyse called her up and asked, "Between vanilla cupcakes and chocolate cupcakes, which do you prefer?"  Cynthia said, "Chocolate, but I'm heading home from the music building, so should I just come over?," for she knew that the Good Fairy's castle was located at the edge of Stanfordia.  The answer the Good Fairy gave was "Yes."

Upon entering the castle, Cynthia saw a magic box sitting on the table.  With a flourish of her Gap T-shirt-clad arm, the Good Fairy opened the magic box to reveal the following bounty:

The Good Fairy had organized a luncheon earlier in the day (Ed.: well done, E!), and had brought the leftover desserts back to her castle.  There were vanilla and chocolate cupcakes, indeed, but there was also a plethora of mini fruit tarts of very high quality, an unseemly number of which Cynthia and the Good Fairy proceeded to enjoy with unbridled enthusiasm and glasses of milk.

Afterward, Cynthia took Corolla home, ate some steamed broccoli, and lived happily ever after.  The End.