"—And the worst of it all is that you didn't think to tell me before going through with it, Luna," she said, having calmed down somewhat. The room had a bed, some simple adornments, a dresser, a mirror, and a banner of the sun. It looked quite nice if a bit sparse on a good day. It was not a good day, as it currently looked like somepony lit off several powder kegs. The room was littered with broken furniture pieces and slowly burning cloth, and the walls still resounded with the remnants of Celestia's fully raised voice.