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// The Kitchen At Midnight (Twilight/Luna) 
// Story: The Drabble Bag 
// by TheVulpineHero1 
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The shadows of wooden spoons dance as the candlelight flickers across them; a whirling troupe of cutlery soars in spirals through the air. At the centre of it all, lit in pale red, lies a purple unicorn, still asleep and far from home.

"Princess. What shall we do?"

"Hath hospitality been forgotten? She hungers; therefore, prepare a meal," Luna decrees. "Allow her my chambers for the night."

As guards bustle, Twilight speaks, her tongue slurred by sleep. Princess.

"I fear I am not the princess thou art dreaming of,"  Luna says with a wan smile. Sometimes, she wishes she were.