Discord gestured from side to side as he led a very reluctant Sombra on a tour of Canterlot Castle. "To the left you can see a stained glass window depicting moi, to your right you can find the royal kitchens—memorize location for midnight snack raids later—and on your other left you can see a slightly sleep deprived princess of the night. Oh, hey Luna!”
Princess Luna yawned loudly and very unpricessly. “Good morrow to thou too, Discord. What awful pranks hath thou wrought in mine absence?”
Discord grinned. “Oh just, you know, replaced Tia’s shampoo with pink hair dye. Nothing too ‘life-threatening’. Or sanity threatening, for that matter.”
“Thy shalt hope not!” Luna grinned. “Although, thou mightest want to looketh for a new home. Our dear sister doth hate having her coat a pinkish hue. ‘Twas why we were locked in thine own moon for so long.”
Both Sombra and Discord gaped at Luna. “Really?”
“No.”
The three (Okay, two. Sombra doen’t count.) burst out laughing. Their laughter reached the ears of none other than Chrysalis, the changeling queen, who really had nothing better to do than to go investigate the laughter. Her hole-filled hooves stomped their way up to the two other ex-villans and alicorn.
“What are you three girls giggling at?” Chrysalis asked. “And at this hour?”
Luna grinned. “Tis not a late hour for us, as we are thine princess of the night! Plus, ‘tis no later than eleven.”
Discord rolled his eyes. “C’mon, Sombrey. We have appointments at midnight.”
“Huh?” Sombra growled. “What are you talking about?”
“Midnight snack raids. Duh.”
Sombra grumbled to himself (something about crystals, shadows, and slaves) as the draconequus dragged him back to the kitchen. Chrysalis and Luna chuckled at his misery.
“So.” Chrysalis attempted to make conversation with the alicorn princess beside her. “Boys, huh?”
“Can’t understand them.”
Luna snorted at Chrysalis’ reply: “Nopony can.”