"Chocolate, are you in there?" came a voice from beyond the door. A hoof pushed it open, and a stallion's muzzle slipped in through the crack. He briefly scanned around the room before his gaze settled on Princess Celestia, the crayon-doodled cardboard still taped to her face. "Oh, there you are," he said, smiling. "Supper's almost ready, so git on to the dinin' room, missy."