"I must say, dearest sister, that I enjoy our times together in your study during the winters, just you and me—" Luna plunked down in the overstuffed chair, produced a book, propped her rear hooves up on the nearby stool and relaxed, "—with a roaring fire and a good book."
"It's the simple things that really help deal with the stresses of our jobs," admitted Celestia from her own stuffed chair in front of the fireplace, and under a fuzzy blanket too. "Some place where the only thing we have to worry about is overheating our shoes and scorching the carpet when we're done reading." She turned a page in her novel and gave out a yawn. "Toss another bundle onto the fire, would you please?"
"Certes." Luna hefted a bundle of papers, then frowned. "I am glad we are not wasting trees on our leisure activity, but what are these, exactly?"
"Complaint forms from the Weather Department." Celestia turned a page. "You can toss on a second bundle if you want. We've got about a year's backlog in storage."