Not even bothering to knock Luna pushed the doors open only to find Celestia surrounded by cookware; bowls, whisks, icing tubes, and bags of ingredients all slowly orbiting the solar alicorn as she herself was muzzle deep in an dogeared cookbook. A fierce scowl of concentration that would be the envy of any of her students replaced her characteristic soft smile while she muttered her way through each step of the baking process. Maybe today would be the day she managed to bake the perfect cake.