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// A Century of Swarms, Part 1 
// Story: Letters from an Irritated Princess 
// by Tired Old Man 
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Twilight Sparkle,

I'm coming for a visit. No, you're not in trouble. Yet.

As frustrated as I've been with you and your amazing friendship reports, the fact that you're actually learning things is something worth praising in person, so I'm bringing you a few treats in celebration of this astounding achievement.

I know you'll look forward to some of your mother's sweet biscuits; I know I do. I've asked her for the recipe, but she refused on the grounds of it being a family secret. That's okay, though. It's perfectly fine.

Oh, and I'll bring along a slice of vanilla ten-layer cake, made by yours truly. Sure, three layers is reasonable, and five may be pushing the limits a bit, but nopony's complained about more layers than that to my face.

You get two bites. Don't complain, that is twice as much as last time.

Luna's baking cookies made from moon dust, moon rocks, and her own tears. Apparently that's how she lived for the past millenium on the moon. "Don't worry if it tastes like hate," she said. "It only lingers for the first minute."

...I'll bring some regular cookies, just in case.

Anyway, I'll come by within a few hours after a few errands and duties I must take care of. I do expect your home to be tidy, however, so that should keep you occupied. Don't go off and make it a spectacle like I'm visiting every building in town, however. I know this is a big deal for you, but it's not THAT big, okay?

Love,

Princess Celestia

Luna, those cookies smell... mouth-wateringly delicious.

Yes, I'm sure Twilight will, uh, probably enjoy them.

You want me to try one? Er, I suppose I can.