"How about those two?"
Cadance sighed. "No, Luna. They're just friends."
"Them?"
"Friends."
"Alright, then that couple right there! They've definitely both gotten past second base, minimum."
"Luna, those are siblings!" Cadance barked. "Now stop it! Not every pair of ponies sitting together is automatically in a romantic relationship."
"Hmph. Well, by the look of things, nopony is," Luna growled. "Personally, I think the Princess of Love is slacking. Isn't it, like, spring? Isn't love supposed to be in the air?"
"No," Celestia said, and then sneezed violently. "That would be pollen. And mud. And rain. Spring is the worst."
"Huh," Cadance said. "Spring is my favourite season."
"Seriously? It's just a less pleasant version of summer," Celestia replied. "Except, unlike autumn, it doesn't include pumpkin pie."
"Or cafés seeing fit to pumpkinify everything," Luna snorted. "Coffee? Pumpkin coffee! Scone? Pumpkin scone!"
"...This seems like a very personal thing, Luna," Cadance frowned.
"I assure you it is," Luna said. "But more generally, I must agree with Celestia. Spring is just stormy and unpleasant."
"I like storms," Cadance replied. "Especially up in the Crystal Empire, we get some epic ones. And when it's not storming, we've got epic northern lights. Why do you girls have such an objection to a bit of rain, anyways? Is it your manes? Does it mess up your manes?"
The sisters shared a look.
Celestia smiled sheepishly.
"...maybe...?"
"Well, I've gotta see that," Cadance chortled. "Then if spring is so taboo, what are the best seasons?"
"Summer, obviously."
"Winter," Luna glared at Celestia. "Longer nights. Not dying underneath a furious summer sun. Tons of holidays. The chance to throw snowballs right at Celestia's face."
"...Remember when I said spring is the worst?" Celestia growled. "I change my answer to winter."
Cadance giggled. "Out of spite?"
"Certainly."
"So that leaves fall," Cadance said.
"Heh. Leaves fall."
"Oh, would you shut up, Luna?" Celestia groaned. "To make a topical comparison, fall is the equivalent of those little caramel cubes on Nightmare Night. Not many ponies dislike them persay, but they usually end up at the bottom of the pillow case. That's how most see fall."
"Pure poetry." Cadance rolled her eyes. "But not inaccurate, I guess. Where did seasons even come from, anyways? Did you two do that?"
"Huh," Celestia said, and the sisters shared a look. "Did we?"
"I don't recall," Luna said. "Certainly not something Discord came up with."
"I guess it just happened," Celestia shrugged. "Oh, there was that time we accidentally scorched all the leaves of the Whitetail Woods when we were fighting that dragon! Remember that, Luna?"
"Ah yes." Luna smiled. "We told everypony we 'meant to do that.' And thus, a season was born."
"Wow," Cadance blinked. "You girls sounded a lot more... uh, reckless."
"Perhaps," Celestia shrugged. "We matured. Either way, the cycle of seasons hasn't always been consistent. When one has full control over both the sun and moon, and the weather, they don't always have to be."
"That's a good point," Cadance nodded.
And then, she perked up suddenly. "Oh! Luna! Those ponies there!"
Luna nearly spat out her coffee in surprise as she was jerked back into the recently discarded conversation. "Them?"
"Definitely love magic eligible," Cadance nodded, and her horn began to glow.
"But how can you tell?!"
"It's just basic magic yo," Cadance said. "Now shut up and watch me work. It's springtime, bitches."