This is unacceptable, Lulu!
Celestia hummed quietly to herself as she walked down a long pathway in the castle, not particularly headed in any direction. The reason why was because she had just finished a rather tiring meeting with a few of the aristocrats (made only slightly better by Fancy Pants, which she thanked immensely for keeping them under control, for the most part), and she felt that she should spend her recess walking around the castle.
Hm. Fancy Pants is bearable, as always, though not even he can help me through this meeting. Honestly, what are ponies thinking these days? It's as if they've lost all sense of dignity nowadays. Due to her musing, she wasn't paying attention to her surroundings, and Celestia bumped into Chrysalis, who was perplexed at why Celestia didn't return her greetings yet continued to walk at her. "Oof! Oh, hello, Chrys; I'm sorry about that."
I think somepony here is distracted. Just a guess. "No harm done, Tia. Bit for your thoughts?"
"Well," Celestia began, resuming her walk, with Chrysalis following her, "I'm just thinking about the latest thing that the aristocrats wish to add to Canterlot. It's rather confusing, to say the least, and I don't know why it was brought up in the first place."
Oh; I don't envy you, then. My changelings can be just as difficult. "What have they brought up now?"
"They want to add a roller coaster as a means of transportation around Canterlot. Roller coaster tracks everywhere, judging by their demands; that would be chaos! It would probably take three times our current guard to cover over, and that still may not be safe for ponies."
...That actually seems like fun, though I agree, dangerous as well. "Oh my. Haven't your aristocrats been to school?"
"Yes. Their schooling, however, is about learning how to flaunt money and make ridiculous demands simply because they can pay for it. In other words, homeschooled. Their parents didn't want to send them into 'common' school, so...This is what I have to work with."
"How have you put up with them?"
"Some are bearable, such as Fancy Pants, who grew up in an orphanage and rose to become an aristocrat; he knows what ponies really need, having been a 'common' pony himself. Fluttershy also knows what ponies want, though she's often too busy to attend the meetings here, and I don't want that pegasus to attend such meetings, anyway; she's too shy, although she does speak the truth most of the time, which most aristocrats don't like to hear."
Chrysalis snorted, remembering the shy pegasus. "Fluttershy? She's an aristocrat? I never would have guessed her out of all ponies would be among the Elite of Canterlot."
"Oh, she actually is, though! She was sent by her parents to live in Cloudsdale with her aunt and uncle to learn how to fly in flight school, as is custom of most pegasai. She simply found her calling in taking care of animals in the countryside, that's all. Her current name that she gives to her friends is an anagram of her actual name, 'Fley Truths'."
"Well, that's certainly a bit of information I never knew. Oh, we're nearing the mailroom; do you mind coming along with me? I need to grab the packaging records in the storage room, and I think there's a special package for you thats been set aside."
"I get sent packages all the time, but I'll follow you in; I have nothing to do anyway."
The two alicorns walked into the massive mailroom, nodding at the ponies who worked there. It was always quite busy, with ponies constantly sending mail to the alicorns. Most of it was simple affection, although others were...Disturbing and questionable, to say the least.
After a few near accidents of mailbags tipping over and a sudden tornado that was throwing letters everywhere in the right places (due to a unicorn testing a new spell to speed up mail sorting), Celestia and Chrysalis arrived at the package section of the mailroom without much injury other than a few papercuts.
"That spell was amazing, Chrys!"
"Indeed. Sure, we got a few papercuts and it was messy, but, if it was refined, it could save the mail district tons on injuries caused by sorting mail!"
"My ponies get injured sorting mail, Chrys?"
"Like you wouldn't believe, Tia. Why-"
A sudden crash was heard, and the two alicorns quickly rushed to the source of the sound, which happened to be Luna, who was grumbling about poor hoof placement. When she looked up, she visibly gulped, and Celestia instantly knew that Luna was up to something. "Hello, Lulu."
"...Hi, Tia, Chrys! How are you? Ha ha, fancy meeting you two here..."
"Spit it out, Lulu; what are you doing here?"
Luna seemed to be at a loss for words, and Celestia was waiting impatiently for her sister to answer her, so only Chrysalis noticed the stamp located next to Luna. She levitated it up, and slowly read what the stamp said, with some confusion apparent in her voice. Both Celestia and Luna looked at her when she began speaking, Celestia with curiosity in her eyes, and horror in Luna's. "Return...To...Sender. Why do you have a stamp that says 'Return to sender', Lulu?"
Returning my packages, Lulu? "Indeed. Why?"
Luna sighed, knowing that her gig was up."I was stamping packages of apples sent to you by Applejack. I've been doing it for a few months, Tia. I really, really don't like apples!"
Of all the things you could be doing... "This is unacceptable, Lulu!"
"You're not going to be able to finish eating all those apples Applejack sends you, so you'll probably make me eat them!"
Celestia could not believe what her sister was saying right now. "That's not true!"
"How would I know?!"
"You mean you did all this because you thought that I would force feed you apples?!"
Luna considered what her sister said, then nodded. "...Yes."
Chrysalis, meanwhile, slowly walked away from the two, picking up the packaging records and leaving Luna to her fate. "Those two..."