Luna settled back down, coughing daintily into a wing before smiling back at him. “I haven’t had so much fun in a dream for a long time. Usually it’s either ponies panicking that I’m there, calling me ‘Princess’ repeatedly like we are addressing them in court and they are eager to leave, or the occasional stallion requesting that I take the form of my sister instead.” She snorted, spreading her wings out and flicking her starry mane. “Am I not regal enough for them?”