Twilight Sparkle,
Thank you. You and your friends managed to turn the stuffiest of Canterlot's aristocratic events into a spectacle nopony will forget, for better or worse.
First, I apologize for not having enough time to speak with you about the lessons you and your friends learned. I really did want to discuss all of those with you, and maybe clarify a few things that weren't mentioned in your friendship reports. Well... more than a few things. You know, details and such.
But, as expected, my hooves pruned over from all the hoof-kissing nobles, some of them quite literal. The turnout was also far larger than I'd anticipated; the guards informed me the noble line extended all the way out past the town border, so I was pretty much rooted into the same spot for a full two or three hours as opposed to one.
I really wish Luna was here to help expedite the line. Unfortunately, she declined on being a part of the Gala on the grounds of every noble still being spooked around her. I personally consider that expediting all the same, but it wouldn't do well for her previously awful reputation, according to her.
...a reputation that I just realized she doesn't really have because the Nightmare Moon incident in Ponyville didn't even last three hours. In fact, her reputation in Canterlot's improved significantly once she started visiting Cuppa's three times a week and chatting it up with the townsfolk, so who would even be spoo--
Ahem. So, the ballroom is a complete disaster. It's no small thing when I say that janitor Jenkins is pissed. He asked me later if the Wonderbolts did one of their tornado demonstrations indoors again. I laughed, and said, "No, but close enough."
He didn't find that funny, but then again, I didn't expect him to. Hardly laughs at anything these days... except Pinkie for some reason. I asked him how he was able to laugh at a physical anomaly of a psychotic party planner, but he just shrugged and said, "I've seen worse."
I dropped that line of questioning immediately. Sometimes it's better to not question everything, because the answer might not be worth knowing.
Frankly, this Gala could have gone far worse than a wrecked ballroom and my garden birds fearing the color yellow. Not that I wanted more than that. This small, concentrated amount of chaos actually provided me an opportunity to remind everypony in an announcement today that if you're coming to the Gala for a civilized high-class event, you better be prepared for cake to fly in the face of that notion. Everypony always dressed it up as a function of incredible regard when they conveniently forgot that I deal with their messes on a daily basis. More messes being made hardly affects par for the course here.
So again I thank you and your party-hard friends for showing these nobles that a good time can involve things getting a bit messy, and that I don't mind it so long as it's a stain I can clean with a bit of soap and scrubbing.
Love,
Princess Celestia
Why, hello Luna. What a perfect time for you to come.
Oh, I'm perfectly fine. We just need to have a small talk about your deferred duties and--
HEY! Let go of her cage! No, really. Holding Philomena hostage is a bad idea and--Luna, don't you throw my bird. Don't you DARE--
...she threw my bird. She threw my bird!
LUNA, you can't hide from your duties forever! Life isn't all fun and games, and you WILL start hosting evening court, young lady!