Celestia scanned the dim lounge and knew immediately where Luna had dragged her:  there were the faces of six clearly shocked and confused mares.    Twilight held a hoof to her chest and was breathing heavily.  Fluttershy appeared to have sought shelter under Applejack.  Rarity had a hoof clasped over her mouth where she had restrained from spitting out her tea.  Pinkie Pie seemed to be the only one who remained unfazed by the sudden intrusion.  She sat staring off into space, chewing on something, sitting next to a tiny pile of wrappers.  