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// Forever Filled With Good Grief 
// Story: Letters from an Irritated Princess 
// by Tired Old Man 
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Journal Entry 001

I am told that but a year of separation from a sibling’s life is more than enough to estrange oneself from them, regardless if the fault is due to differing life choices, work schedules, or simply a lack of communication.

What, then, are the steps to take for repairing a thousand years of separation? How does one such as myself begin to fix a burnt bridge this antiquated?

I believe the answer is in the realization tonight that I’m not the only one that wishes to fix the bridge. In this respect, I still know my sister. Yet I find myself vexed in sorting out what her new likes and hobbies are.

Perhaps they are reminiscent of her older hobbies? From my recollection, Noble Punting was a fun sport back then. Ah, the days would go by in a breeze when the whining started close, then became ever so distant as the seconds ticked by. It only helped her to persist the sport when the nobles misunderstood NP as “no problem”.

We really were quite good at making our problems go away. Hmm… I still never beat her at that. Perhaps I should see if she’s willing to accept a rematch.

But back to the subject at hoof. How to connect with Celestia… food, perhaps? She did seem quite stiff about what food she prefers eating. Cabbage, apricots, a good slice of toast with marmalade, but never cake. Cake is bad!

That settles it. Tomorrow I’ll make her lunch. Brussels sprouts, peanut butter and mayonnaise should do the trick! With a pinch of moon dust, naturally. That will absolutely convey my feelings for her as a newly reformed sister!

Dearest little sister,

I originally wanted to play a small prank on you acting as some greater knowledged spirit within this two-way communication diary I’ve given you, but in light of this first entry (which I hope you’re still reading as I continue on here), I must interject with a small, simple request.

IN THE NAME OF ALL THAT IS GOOD AND SACRED, ASK ME WHAT I LIKE NOW. 

Using antiquated notions of a time and age where I was younger and dumber and willing to eat just about anything you threw at me on a plate? This idea would work if I was fully frozen in time while you were away. Unfortunately, I’m not the one frozen in time here—can you guess who that is?

Don’t get me completely wrong, however. There is nothing to say I still don’t like some of those traits you mentioned—a good round of NP sounds delightful, though I’ve had to modernize it a bit since then.

By which I mean I added a goalpost on the side of the mountain and a scoreboard.

I also still enjoy marmalade on toast. But never, ever say I would turn down cake ever again. If there’s one big change about me I will burn into your brain, it’s that one. Cake is my life now.

I cannot stress enough that I’m here if you need to know anything else about me that’s changed since your insanely outdated recollection of me, Luna. I’m not some fond little puppy you remember from ages past that fetches your slippers for you, even though I would still fetch your slippers today which makes me think using a fetching puppy as an example of change is a really terrible idea to begin with.

Also you can fetch your own slippers now. They’re right outside your bedroom door. I know this because I put them there.

I know you’re looking at this with a suspicious look, but I really want us to try a sister slippers thing! If it doesn’t work out, we’ll abandon the idea, okay?