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// 1. In which Spike appears for brunch in boxer shorts 
// Story: How does one even raise a teenage dragon 
// by TheGoldenZodiac 
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	The morning was a work of art; or at least that was what Luna thought of it. She tried not to think because then her thoughts wandered to the last two very painful weeks.  It had been two weeks since the last element of Harmony, Twilight Sparkle, had been interned within her families' Canterlot crypt. It had been 13 days since Celestia had invited Twilight's ward and teenage dragon to join the sisters and Discord in living at Canterlot castle. It had been Ten days since Luna had found the boy drunk off scotch in the Palace library one night. It had been almost an entire week since the boy had come out of his room.
Luna decided that she was going to get “Dinner". That was a relative term in her mind; after all what was dinner for Tia was breakfast for her and vice versa. She walked down to the royal private brunch nook in all of her splendor. She may not have been as regal as her sister or as handsome as Discord but she was still a beautiful human. Standing at five feet and two inches Luna was regal in every sense of the word, with high cheek bones and sculpted features all with her hair swept into a bun and her blue dress floating to the ground in its many folds and ruffles. 
Luna arrived to find the maids serving brunch to the sisters’ guest, friend and one time nemesis Discord; the spirit of chaos. He was reading the daily news being served tea and scones. Discord was in his own mind, but also in Luna’s, the biggest anglophile to have graced equestrian shores. 
“Good morning did your nightly chaos go well?” Luna inquired of her friend. 
“Luna dear,” came her reply as the other’s eyes and mouth materialized on the front page of the Canterlot times “My chaos we fabulously,” 
“My congratulations to you, by any chance have you seen the boy?” came the Princess of the Night’s second question.
“No, Tia thinks that he is still recovering from the funeral,” Discord said smirking “But one of my guards saw him at the training complex hit several dummies two day back,” Discord took a sip of his tea causing several rabbits to appear next to, and subsequently terrorize, an unsuspecting maid.
“She can’t see that he’s spiraling and she needs to send the boy to her psychiatrist?” she asked the spirit of chaos. 
“I doubt it,” The chaos spirit snapped his fingers turning the rabbits into small white roses scattered across the floor. 
The door opened and the conversation between Luna and Discord ended. Upon the opening of the door the all-powerful sun princess swept into the brunch room. Celestia’s face was today graced by a small smile, her hair left down while her bangs were kept up by her crown, a white dress that was missing a back and smacked of girl next door was graced at the neckline with a necklace of gold and amethysts. As she sat down the maid scurried over to offer her a glass of orange juice and inquire of what she wished for brunch. 
“So what were the two of you being so chatty about before I entered,” asked Celestia. 
“Well Tia darling the two of us were just plotting your demise via cake in two days’ time,” Discord answered slightly sarcastically.
Luna glared at the man, “Tia we were discussing Spike’s present condition; Discord and I believe that Spike may need to see the royal psychiatrist,”
“I don’t see why, He seems perfectly fine, He’s been training the last three days at the royal guard complex,” Tia responded almost haughtily
Luna swirled the contents of her glass “Tia we haven’t seen him at breakfast in nearly ten days!”
“He is obviously sleeping late Luna, try not to judge him he’s just lost the last of his family!” 
“Ladies please He’s a teenage boy! He’s bound do to do something stupid at one point or another,” Discord stated “At last no one’s impregnated …”
Discord trailed off, not because his paper was interesting, no but because, Spike, the aforementioned boy had walked into the room in nothing but his boxer shorts. This action caused both maids and the footman serving brunch all to blush profusely. Tentatively one of the maid approached Spike to ask if he wanted anything to drink.
“Yes,” Spike yawned “A scotch if you can get me one please,” 
After the maid left the chamber couldn’t have been quieter. The smile had left Celestia’s face replaced by the latest issue of the New Canterlot Mare. Luna simply stared at the boy with a slight scowl upon her face while awaiting her quiche to arrive. Discord returned to reading his newspapers articles on the Wonderbolts upside down. Spike just continued to be sat at the table bare chested and empty headed. 
Eventually Spike’s scotch arrived and that broke down the awkwardness; or to be clearer, Luna’s temper broke the silence. Spike took his drink from the footman and swept his feet up onto the table.
“What are you doing Spike?” Luna asked eyes narrowing.
“I’m drinking scotch at 10 in the morning without having had breakfast first, why do you ask?” Spike responded sarcasm dripping from each syllable. 
“No I meant with your feet,” came Luna’s response almost breaking the poised modern exterior and releasing the Royal Canterlot speaking voice.   
“Putting them on the table”
“Then take them off the table. That table is an antique, more specifically my Mother’s favorite mahogany griffon made brunch table, which you a lazy teenaged ingrate insists upon putting his feet and spilling scotch upon!” Luna thundered.
Spike’s eyes widened his smirk disappearing and his chest deflating. Luna stood up from her chair and looked at the nearest footman. 
Her mouth contorted into a particularly nasty scowl saying “I shall take my quiche in my private apartments,” 
She swept out and the staffed bowed at her exit. Discord looked up from his paper at the boy who was at the end of the table still drinking scotch. 
“Always with the dramatics that one” mumbled Discord. 
Celestia glared at him simply saying,
“Spike I think it’s time for you to see a therapist,”