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// 159. Cheese by Honey Mead 
// Story: The Sun and the Stars: A Twilestia Prompt Collab 
// by Fuzzyfurvert 
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by Honey Mead


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Twilight and Celestia lingered outside the private dining hall where the latter and her sister took their evening and morning meals.

“I don’t think I can do this,” Twilight said in a whisper, her tail twitching with nervousness.

Celestia gently nuzzled her in a reassuring manner. “Of course you can. I have the utmost faith in you.”

“But we don’t know each other all that well.” She bit her lip. “What if she—”

Celestia’s lips touching her cut her off. “Twilight, you can do this.”

As though the kiss had released a flood of untapped courage, Twilight’s entire demeanour changed. She stood straighter with confidence verily oozing out of her. “Right.”

The door opened and the couple walked in.

Luna looked up from her brinner[1] and smiled as she greeted them. The greeting was returned in kind as Twilight and Celestia took their seats opposite her. Nopony spoke for a time as the new arrivals began filling their plates with the assorted foods.

Celestia nudged Twilight.

Twilight coughed into her hoof. “Uhm, Luna?”

Luna looked up from her waffles. “Yes, Twilight?”

“I was just wondering… uhm…” she looked back up at Celestia as she trailed off, all her earlier confidence having vanished. Receiving nothing more than an urge to continue, she turned back to Luna who was staring between them with a look of growing concern.

“Is something the matter?”

Celestia sighed, kissed Twilight gently on the cheek, then said, “Cheese just whey out of her depth.”

Luna groaned, her head slowly sinking into upturned forehooves.

“I camembert-lieve I agreed to this,” Twilight managed, a fragile smile finding its way to her lips.

"Mother's Mane! Not you too Twilight!"

"I'm sorry, Luna, provolone now. Feta get used to it."

“That’s a gouda one!” Celestia chirped as Luna groaned even louder and sunk beneath the table.

Twilight turned to Celestia, her smile growing wider. “Edan you have to agree this is packing it in a bit.”

“That was Nacho best work. Swiss some time you will get cheddar."

"I hate you both."

[1] It was the third Saturday of March.