Celestia caught the remark and raised an eyebrow, before noting the cucumber sandwich on my plate. She chuckled, and gestured towards a cart filled with desserts. A pony approached quickly, pushing a cart laden down with small squares of a dozen different types of cakes. I looked over the desserts and spotted a coffee cake, and snagged it, biting into it bitterly. This, I feared, was as close as I would get to my beloved bean water today. Celestia helped herself to two pieces of cake, and I smirked at her. Celestia was... well, "human" was the wrong word, but it fit. I'd noticed that she ate more when she was nervous, though I had no idea why she'd be nervous. She thrived in social settings. Her eyes darted towards me, and it struck me that she wasn't nervous for herself. She was nervous for me.