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// Epilogue 
// Story: Princess Daddy Issues 
// by Door Belle 
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"... and she hasn’t forgotten. That's why I need your help," Celestia said. She set the letter down next to her supper. "Please please please help me, etcetera. He even forgot to sign his name, but this could only be from Shining Armor."

From in front of her plate of breakfast, Luna leaned over to read a few lines of the letter. Its unusually-poor writing had been done in clear haste. "At least the cockatrice is being cared for humanely."

"How can you tell?" Celestia raised an eyebrow, then raised her fork to her mouth and took another bite of tomato and bean quesadilla. Contrary to a letter she'd once received from a panicked Twilight, it was delicious; she decided in that moment to have her chef try Zebrican cuisine more often.

"Flurry Heart sent for Fluttershy, who taught her to take care of it. Their dreams the past few nights were related; now they make sense." Luna took a quick bite and swallowed while Celestia chewed. "I trust you already have a plan to assist in mind?"

Celestia nodded, swallowed, and poked at her food with her knife. "Of course. I could simply advise Cadance, when she comes to me about changing the minimum age for coronation. I could exercise illegal jurisdiction over the Crystal Empire by changing the age for coronation myself in a manner which dares them to deny me. Let's say to two hundred and six." She tried a forkful of her spicy Prench rice. Again, delicious.

"Why six, and not two hundred even?"

Celestia pretended to ponder the question as she savored the taste, then swallowed. "I like six."

"I admit I have not been returned long, sister." Her tone was cautious. "But I have heard that for a mare of status, that is a most improprietous statement to—"

In a flash, Luna was wearing the rest of Celestia's quesadilla on her face. Carefully suppressing a grin, she began counting out loud.

"One. Two."

"I'm changing the official record. I banished you because of your terrible sense of humor."

"Three."

"I do like your work on your anger. Counting is good for—"

Luna's horn flashed. Now it was Celestia who was wearing the quesadilla, and a half-plate of eggs for good measure.

"Four. I declare a food war!"

Celestia never got around to saying her plan was to do nothing; Flurry Heart could embarrass herself if she was truly set on doing so. As plates and food went everywhere but their intended destinations, the mare who had brought in Celestia's supper turned, with a grimace, to the bat pony who had brought in Luna's breakfast.

"Does this always happen?" she asked. Her stallion counterpart smirked back.

"You must be the new server. Just be glad all we have to do is bring them more when they remember being hungry again."