"Celly, whatcha doin?"
Celestia lay on the floor, twitching occasionally. Her stomach gurgled.
Luna's eyes traced the stains on the floor to a nearby bucket, the jug of milk beside it, and the bottle of Pepsi.
"Ah," the younger princess quietly nodded, "You have enjoyed the flavors of pilk, I see. I will be in my chambers pwning n00bs."