It was Celestia's favorite time of day.
She loved her citizens, sure, but she also loved lunch time. It was an hour she had all to herself. Sometimes a bit less, sometimes a bit more. It depended on her work load for that day.
As it was, today was a fairly quiet day for her. She began her routine of looking through television channels at the kid's shows. Televisions were fairly expensive, and only the upper class citizens had personal ones, but the upper class could have children too, and Celestia liked to make sure the shows listed were educational.
Also, she was a closet fan of Mr. Rogers. But she mostly just cared for the children!
She chuckled slightly. For Hearthswarming last year, she got her prized pupil a television as well. Twilight was very grateful to her and sent her a thank you card, but Celestia knew that she was a tad disappointed. Twilight never liked TV. Spike did, though. Celestia made it up to Twilight later on when she sent her an autobiography by Starswirl the Bearded that had also been autographed.
Twilight once approached her in tears after her ascension, claiming she did not wish to be immortal because she did not want to see her friends die. Celestia informed her that, as alicorns, they possessed the ability to visit the afterlife for as long as they wished, and in fact, that was how she got Starswirl to autograph his autobiography for her. She Pinkie Promised to teach Twilight how to perform the spell. It was relatively easy, see-
There was a flash, and Celestia blinked in surprise. Speak of the devil. Twilight herself had just teleported into the room, and she certainly didn't make herself up for the visit. Her mane was a mess, her eyes were wild, her fur was matted, and she had a completely neutral expression on her face. Celestia's guards, who sat at each side of her, appeared to be ready for Twilight to attempt to usurp the throne right here and now.
Fortunately, that was not her plan. In her mouth was a letter, and she approached Celestia. The guards, sensing no ill will towards their princess, allowed her to approach. They prepared themselves to jump in at any moment, should Twilight do anything reprehensible. No such attempt came, though.
Instead, Twilight gently set the letter down on Celestia's table next to her unfinished slice of cake, bowed low to the ground, and then vanished without a trace. She had teleported again.
"You're just the way you're supposed to be. You're growing just right!" Mr. Rogers said on the TV. Celestia shut it off, blinked confusedly, and looked to her guards. Both were equally as confused as she.
With a shrug, she opened the letter and began to read penmareship that was so neat she wondered if it was written on a typewriter. It only made her cringe, because she knew that the more out of sorts Twilight got, the neater her writing would become.
"Dear Princess Celestia..."