Twilight stared horrified at the sea of destruction (and the occasional new fire) that sprouted out across Canterlot. “I ... I just woke up this morning. It was fine when I went to sleep! How did this happen so quickly?!”
Celestia stepped up next to her, looking flatly at the city with a very long straw hanging from her lips. “I find that it tends to help when you’re not sober. Heard from Spike that your blood ‘tastes’ like grape juice after you got a papercut.” She floated the straw over, which was currently IV’d to a vein on the elder Princess’s leg. “Want a drink?”