        For the barest fraction of a second, Celestia envisioned banishing them both—and it was possible that her thoughts had somehow been obvious to them.  Both ponies were groveling on the floor, covered in salad, tea, and cake.  It was the most pitiful display of obsequiousness that she had ever seen—it was difficult to say whether they were more sorrowful for the sad state of her lunch, or their own welfare.  The servingpony’s lamentations were moving, and the dean waxed lyrical while describing the qualities of the ruined cake.  Finally, she could take no more and ordered them to go to the baths and clean themselves off.