The new lab was certainly spacious compared to the old one. It had the same tables with flasks and beakers with varieties of mysterious, colorful liquids bubbling and hissing with untold secrets within their chemical structures; the same large chalkboard on wheels that Twilight loved to flesh out her ideas on and not one, but three big clunky machines that Twilight had attempted to use to comprehend what was going on in Pinkie's body during the whole Pinkie sense fiasco. But alas, though there were many fascinating sciency whatchamacallits in her lab, the spotlight was stolen by the large monitor and speakers that were hooked up to the mirror portal in a mess of wires and control boards in the center of the room. Twilight lifted her head from her work at the sound of hooves clopping on the floor and her face split into a wide grin.