For the rest of the audience a little too far away to titter with the handsome and charismatic Diarch of the Crystal Empire, at least there was an ample supply of coffee, tea, and all sorts of baked breakfast goods from the palace's kitchens, laid out elegantly on a table in front of the bleachers just to one side of the presenter's podium. A trio of servants even stood ready and waiting to dole out portions. Lieutenant Violetta had her mug in hoof, and so did most of the other fifty or so ponies in the audience, and she’d already finished off a buttered scone. 