Chapter 8. What Cake?
As the sun rose 5 minutes late (Celestia fired the rooster) Martin was woken by a overenthusiastic Luna. “Come on, wake up. We must have more fun.” Luna yelled at Martin while jumping up and down on his small bed. Shaking Martin out of his bed and on the ground.
“Stop Luna, please leave my bed in one piece. I awoke just a second ago. Just five more minutes.” He slipped back into bed and went back to sleep.
“No, come on. Let’s go play some more. I don’t need to do anything important, I work for the government. Let’s play, come on.” She started jumping more, waking Martin once more.
“Fine, fine. Just let me have some coffee, then we’ll play.” He said while getting out of bed.
“Wow, you’re completely hairless. How do you keep yourself warm?” She asked Martin while poking him with a stick. She grabbed Martin’s clothes with her magic and started checking them out, coiling one around her horn. “For what do you use these?”
“Can I get my clothes back please? I need them. Please.” He asked while grabbing for his clothes in the air, but Luna kept them out of his reach while she was giggling.
“Come on, gimme, gimme!” While he was grabbing for the clothes he lost his gripped and slipped of the bed, right on his face. *BONK* “Ow, that hurt.”
Luna apologized multiple times before helping Martin to his feet. When she helped Martin up he got dressed and they walked out of the room towards the dining room.
“So what’s for breakfast?” Martin asked when they almost reached the dining room.
“Some oatmeal and grape juice.” Luna said as they walked into the room.
“Yay, more horse food. That ought to be tasty.” He said while picking the oatmeal placed in front of him by a servant.
“Don’t pick it, just eat it with a bit of syrup. It’ll taste better that way.” Celestia walked, saying that, in while floating a bottle of syrup to Martin.
“Ooh, syrup. That always improves things.” Martin said while covering his oatmeal with a 10 cm thick layer of syrup. (It was a wonder that the bowl didn’t over float.)
“Tia, don’t turn others into a sweet tooth like you. Martin take some off your oatmeal, you’ll get holes in your teeth.” Luna said while grabbing an oversized spoon and taking about 5 cm of syrup.
“Aww, that was my syrup. Come on Luna, give it back.” He said while comically grabbing for the large spoon. The aura containing the spoon changes from dark blue to white. The spoon floated over to Celestia while her mouth grew large enough to envelop the spoon, which it did.
“Hey, that was my syrup, now my oatmeal won’t be as sweat as a mountain of sugar concentrated into one sugar cube.” He said while moping over his oatmeal covered with gooey sugar.
“Just sit down and eat your oatmeal like a good human.” Celestia said while sitting down next to Luna.
Martin grumbled a couple of times, but still decided to eat his oatmeal like the good human he was.
After they had eaten breakfast Celestia had to go back to work and finish more work. Luna didn’t have to do that because Luna was the night princess who only has to do things at night.
So she asked Martin to play some more and he agreed without thinking about it (otherwise he had to do some work and that is quite boring).
Luna and Martin walked through on of the many corridors the castle contained to a room filled with toys and other similar things to the brim.
They played together, ate together and did other things together for which I’m too lazy to write down.
When they sat down again for dinner Celestia talked to Martin about the trail they would have tomorrow.
“So you should just say nothing tomorrow. I looked at the statement Rights made and it is quite good. As much as I disagree with what you did you can’t be fully blamed for your actions. Rights isn’t a very honest lawyer, but he does his research. You’ll be in good hands.” Celestia said while eating the pasta with sauce (finally something Martin actually didn’t have to pretend to like).
As Celestia and Martin discussed the details of the trial Luna quickly became bored and left to go to sleep, but not before giving Martin a nuzzle in his neck. This left him puzzled and Celestia quite humored.
“Why did she do that?” He asked, looking at Luna as she left the room.
“It is a sigh of friendship and affection, only given between close friends. She doesn’t have many friends so I’m glad that she made another one.” Celestia said happily. “We should go to bed and be fresh for the lawsuit tomorrow.”
After the talked some more they said their goodbyes and went to their respective rooms.
Martin thought some more about his future while in bed, but fell asleep soon enough, dreaming about pastel colored ponies.