Amore stared at the page, and sighed. This was a bit too much for her right now.
Fate wouldn’t fault her if she were just a mite selfish, would it?
She summoned a quill, and started writing.
“Wait princess, what are you—”
Fizzy didn’t have the time to finish before the bright flash engulfed them both.
The kirin suddenly found herself in a much warmer, and wetter, environment.
“P– princess, what did you write? What is this..?”
“Why, the best spa treatment magic pages can offer, my dear Frizzy,” said Amore, levitating a fluffy pink sponge her friend’s way, and letting herself soak in the large tub’s hot, bubbly water.
“But the page!”
“All in good time, dear.”
“Not that it isn't a pleasure to see you again Amore, but what is the meaning of this?” Princess Celestia asked from the other side of the tub; her sleeping sister had yet to wake up, sprawled on a massage table.
Amore smirked at her long-time friend. “Come on Celly, I think I deserve to be pampered a little after a millennium of not even being able to scratch my back, no? Now please pass me the cucumber slices, if you would.”