Sitting through Solar Court, Celestia found her mind wandering.  Most of the petitioners she heard every day were the same nobles, voicing the same complaints.  After all these years, she was tired of it.  She idly wondered if she could pass a law stating that nopony could visit the Solar Court more than a dozen times annually.  Perhaps some kind of system whereby the more times one visited, the farther back one would have to be in line . . . she smiled, a little, thinking how the nobility would have a fit over such an edict.