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// Celestia and Luna are well adjusted adults who have very adult arguments 
// Story: Celestia and Luna are Well-Adjusted Adults 
// by garatheauthor 
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It was about two years after Luna’s return when Celestia, her sister, and Twilight sat around a table, drinking hot beverages and eating danishes, at a prim or proper tea party.

At least that’s what it seemed to Twilight. To Celestia and Luna, both knew that neither prim nor proper really belonged in their general vicinity. For instance, Luna was fully aware of the contents of Celestia’s cup, knowing fully how much of it was alcoholic. Though to Celestia’s credit…

“I’m so glad that you could join us, Princess Luna, I hope I didn’t wake you up too early,” Twilight said, obviously noticing how tired her dear sister looked.

…to Celestia’s credit, she knew the name of Night Guard who left her sister in such a haggard state. His name was Ganymede. He was such a nice boy. Very virile.

“Tis nothing,” Luna said. “I would be up regardless of your visit, so I might as well greet a friend.”

“So, is there anything you came here wishing to discuss?” Celestia asked.

Twilight shook her head. “Nothing serious, just came to chat really. Though, seeing you two has made me remember something.”

“What is it?”

“As someone who grew up with a sibling, I’m impressed at how well you and Luna seem to get along. I’ve never seen you two argue or fight or even bicker since Luna’s return.”

Celestia waved her hoof. “It’s not that we don’t have fights, it’s just that we deal with them in a respectful and mature manner.”

“Bullshit,” Luna mumbled behind her cup.

Celestia furrowed her brow. “Language, dear sister.”

Luna cleared her throat and began to recite something from memory. “On today, March 12th, year 538 after the defeat of Discord, I, Princess Celestia, decree that the body formerly known as the Moon shall now be referred to as, the Fart.”

Celestia threw up her hooves. “I rescinded that law! When are you going to let it go!”

Luna snarled. “You didn’t rescind it until 722! GENERATIONS LIVED AND DIED CALLING IT THE FART!”