"Princess," I said casually, walking over to a overstuffed cushion nearest the breakfast tray and sprawling onto it with a sigh. Raven shot me a dirty look, glancing at the clock on the wall pointedly, and I returned it with a practiced shit-eating grin. I was determined not to let Celestia know how much the early morning had taken it out of me, so I maintained my chipper attitude, reached for a small plate, and began helping myself to a hearty serving of eggs and toast. I gazed wistfully around the room, hoping for a kettle of coffee, but there was only tea.