Ultimately, the disaster that was her morning face was unsalvagable, so she retreated to her shower, sticking a hoof into the cascading waters to check the temperature. Some adjustments were made before the water became satisfactory, and she climbed in, raised her head, and let the water spill down all over her sleep-racked body. Shower, teeth and face, breakfast... feed Angel, then go out back and feed everyone. Hmmm... I should have all the feed set up out back. Then I have to go meet with Pinkie... Scootaloo should be coming home soon as well, come to think of it. She turned her head down towards the drain in front of her, humming. Her wings spread out, feathers spread as well to accept the warming waters coming from the shower head. She giggled, a smile crossing her face as she imagined Scootaloo marching through Ponyville, wearing her graduation letter like a gold medal around her neck. I'll have to ask Pinkie about setting up something nice for her.